
The heavy door blew-in. A fury of snow roiled with Olafur inside. He forced shut the door, and the wind howled its frustration.
“Come in neighbour,” said Jon, pouring a steaming cup of coffee. He waited while Olafur shucked off his greatcoat and cut the rime from his beard with a knife. Then he asked. “What in Odin’s name possessed you to cross the glacier in such a storm?”
Olafur warmed his hands around the cup, eyes rolling. “She’s back. She’s behind me.”
Jon turned to the opaqued window, where Olafur’s stare rested. Against the whiteness, a diffuse light mounted.
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Dear Neil,
That cutting ice off the beard with a knife gives a great sense of the cold. You left me hanging wondering who ‘she’ might be. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks so much, Rochelle. Most of us have a “She”
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Oh, very intense ending. Nicely done. 🙂
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Thanks so much
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A great story with so few words. I would have loved to read after the hanging conclusion.
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I can’t ask any more of a reader than that you wanted to read on. Thanks, Graham
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I obviously didn’t understand what was going on here, but it was so fun to read. Why did I feel the Ride Of The Valkyries was playing in the background?
I felt like I was there. You have that gift for descriptive conciseness. Keep a-going, Neil!
Kent (a.k.a. Bill)
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I don’t think it’s a Valkyrie that’s coming for them. Thanks so much, William
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😉
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The unspoken does more to horrify than any string of words ever can. I found myself scrolling back up to the photo to see the diffuse white light and shivered in anticipation. Good one.
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I’m afraid it was the camera light on the left hand side of the picture I focussed on when I looked at it. And that cut out so many other paths
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She is very intimidating.
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‘She’ must be terrible indeed if he is prepared to go to such lengths.
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I agree with Rochelle with the cutting ice from the beard… and of course I love to know what kind of woman scorned “she” might be… hell has no flurry….
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Lovely pun!
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Ooh, lovely stuff. I agree with Rochelle, love the knife cutting snow detail – feels genuine some how. Love the way he’s bundled in by the snow, like the snow’s in charge. And love the idea of a man crossing a glacier in such awful weather because SHE’s coming. What is she – the Ice Queen? A snow goddess? Do tell if you know.
Great stuff, Neil – very enjoyable
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She’s his greatest fear. Thanks, Lynn
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Still enigmatic, eh? I shall have to write my own ending 🙂
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Readers have to work too
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Haha! Quite right 🙂
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Sounds like ‘she’ the ice queen got his whiskers. Like
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Thanks, Mike
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I was half expecting a twist tied in with England losing to Iceland…lol. Good feel to this scene setter.
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You did spot that it was Iceland though
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Brilliant scene setting, it makes you feel cold just reading it. I half expected him to say he’d run out of coffee as the reason for braving the glacier but, a great suspenseful ending which will make and has already done, everyone long to know more.
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Thanks, Mick. Have a cup of coffee to take the chill from your fingers
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This is great, every detail adds to the sensation of cold and threat. Poor Jon will have to face ‘her’ too now, whoever she is.
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Yeah. It wasn’t at all nice of Olafur to lead Her to Jon’s hut
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Eerie ending, lovely, need another 100 words please ;-)!
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Nah. If I did that people would only want 100 more. The things we imagine are much scarier than any realisation
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Still shivering from this cold tale.
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Thanks. Tracey
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Wonderful descriptions and just the right amount of mystique for 100 words.
Good read.
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Thanks, Dawn
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you left some things unsaid and that is the beauty of this post
http://obliqview.blogspot.in/2016/06/frost-photo-prompt-rochellewisoff.html
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Thanks so much
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That was a fantastic piece of descriptive and chilling story-telling, Neil!
I cannot decide which lines I like the best – there are too many of them! These lines were beautifully written:
“A fury of snow roiled with Olafur inside. He forced shut the door, and the wind howled its frustration.”
At first, I imagined the mysterious “She” as being Skadi, the Norse goddess of winter, but the terror of
Olafur seemed to bespeak something more frightening.
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She is a Fury. How She made the jump from the Greek pantheon is unknown. Thanks for the appreciation – it’s very motivating
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Great descriptions. This “she” must be quite a force to be reckoned with for him to have crossed the glacier in such weather.
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Thanks so much
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For him to go to such lengths, ‘she’ must be truly awful. Like everyone else, I want to know more about her!
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Thanks, Clare
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Good story, Neil. I was wondering about a “she” who would chase a man across a glacier. If it’s his ex he owes alimony or child support to, he must owe a bundle. Great descriptions Well written. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Probably something more supernatural than an ex, but you can never tell. We’re all myth-makers
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Powerful and intriguing story! I love that “the wind howled its frustration.” I can hear it happening. And I can sense the dread in the unknown light approaching….
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Thanks, Jan
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Had to read this several times – after my first lazy mis-reading (eg a flurry of snow rolled in).
Enjoyed the work and sepculation you give the reader!
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roil is such a lovely word. Thanks
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Think I mean speculation…
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Spooky. Time to light up the flame thrower.
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You made me shiver in more ways than one with this one!
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Thanks, Liz
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Sounds like Olafur and Jon are in for a spot of bother. ‘She’ sounds like a force to be reckoned with. I love the mystery in this, and the beautifully atmospheric buildup.
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Thanks, Margaret
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Excellent “story” living here – is it a scene from a larger work? If not, definite interest for your future – very curious. I feel like “she” could be Freyja or a form of the sun.
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Thanks so much. No this isn’t from a larger work, but I’m glad you liked it
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