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| 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.
Word count: 100
Now I am feeling cold and it is actually a warm day here, well written!
ReplyDeleteBetty
Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteI could really feel the cold
ReplyDeleteVery atmospheric. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteGreat 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?
ReplyDeleteYou have captured perfectly an old cemetery in winter.
ReplyDeleteYou describe exactly what I experienced when I took the photo - except for the grieving woman. Well done.
ReplyDeleteLoved it!
ReplyDeleteLoved it!
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