Thursday 27 April 2017

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - A SNAPSHOT



Photo credit:  Liz Young

A SNAPSHOT

Her boots crunched on the frosted leaves.  Her nose was red, her fingers numb, she couldn’t feel her toes.  It was so cold that the thought of sitting on the bench with fingers of ice creeping up her nether regions was more than she could bear.

A rustle in the undergrowth took her attention.  Her husband stood behind her.  He waited patiently.  He knew she needed this time alone.  She was grateful he was there.  His presence was uplifting.  She heard his camera click.

Another snapshot for posterity, for the generations yet to come and remember.

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9 comments:

  1. Now I am feeling cold and it is actually a warm day here, well written!

    Betty

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  2. I could really feel the cold

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  3. Very atmospheric. Nicely done.

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  4. Great atmosphere, I also feel the cold, and a lot of backstory to ponder over. Is she grieving for a child, a parent, a lost love?

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  5. You have captured perfectly an old cemetery in winter.

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  6. You describe exactly what I experienced when I took the photo - except for the grieving woman. Well done.

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