Friday Fictioneers – On the Ice

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

The plain is white. The mountains are white. With each step I take, the pale buildings fade into the background. Once, there were other things—fairgrounds and picnics, horse-rides and autumn walks down leaf-strewn paths. If I lose my past, I will lose myself. All those yesterdays that once buckled the land are smoothing.

I look back. Cracks are forming. And they snake out towards me on thinning ice. Perhaps the end will be dramatic, after all. Not a blind wandering in the beige wilderness, but a descent into fresh, clear water. Perhaps I will enjoy that.

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

58 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – On the Ice

  1. An excellent snapshot of the last few minutes of a man under pressure…or not…was reading part of your book on Amazon, looks REALLY good!

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  2. Very skilfully written, Neil. I particularly liked, “All those yesterdays that once buckled the land are smoothing.” It makes explicit the parallels between the man’s physical predicament and his state of mind.

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  3. Let us hope that the water is so cold as to dull the pain of drowning because that seems to be the direction he is finding himself… Wonderful descriptions, beautifully written.

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