AnElephantCant take part in Winter Sports
Although some ladies outfits do look rather nice
His only complaint here is
It looks rather dangerous
AnElephantCant skate on thin ice
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Our svelte slalomist Rochelle lays out the course for sophisticated story-telling skiers to shish boom superbly.
And AnElephant is on a slippery slope.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
That’s it.
© Douglas M. MacIlroy
Blizzard of Ice
Aye, winters were harsh back in the old country.
Sub-zero temperatures and gale-force winds driving the hailstones into your teeth.
Treacherous underfoot conditions meant the snow would freeze in layers.
Fresh falls would cover the sheets of black ice.
Of course, it was dark by early afternoon, so going anywhere was a dangerous business.
Sometimes it would take me four or five hours to travel the few miles home after work.
I just used to stagger from one sanctuary to the next, hoping to get there alive.
I can still hear the happy tinkle of ice cubes in my Scotch.
Sound Bite Fiction 
Och now yoo put me in mind of the old country laddie. Well done — I could hear my great aunt and uncle talking. With that need to warm would you really want scotch on the rocks. Brrrr 🙂
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This story goes down smooth…
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Excellent! Absolutely excellent!
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Brilliant. Great setup & nailed the twist landing. Loved it & laughed.
KT
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That’s one way to warm up on the way home. I hope nobody was waiting for him with a hot dinner rapidly cooling. Very enjoyable story.
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Dear Elephant, I like the ice cubes in my Vodka too! Wonderful story and clever! Nan
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Elephant, I could hear the sound of the ice clinking in the g;ass already. Another round! Great work as usual.
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Great take on the prompt. 🙂 I wonder just how much of the staggering was due to the scotch…?
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Aye! Winter ca’ be a nasty brute, can’t it. Nice work.
Cheers!
MG
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A tough walk with many rewards it sounds like.
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Staggering from one sanctuary to the next, eh? That’s a lot of scotch!
Good story, and a good poem to go with it!
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Your poems always make me smile and i look forward to it now every week! I love your take on the prompt, I actually shivered at the thought of it. Fantastic piece of writing Elelphant 🙂
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I love your little poems in the introduction. Can’t imagine someone wanting more ‘ice’ after all that icy commuting 🙂
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Old times when we used to walk miles in harsh winter weather…I am happy those times are over.
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Great imagery in your story. You gave me the shivers. Perhaps the scotch will warm me up.
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Lovely descriptions of the cold, snow and ice – and the last line made me smile!
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Dear Elephant,
I like the image of the gale force winds driving hailstones into your teeth. Ouch. I can feel that. And the contrast with the ice in your Scotch…magnifico!
Shalom,
Rochelle
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