Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his picture (below).
This week’s seasonal offering makes me think of my homeland, cold and dark, 1,250 miles to the north.
I prefer to stretch my imagination in today’s brilliant sunshine on the Côte d’Azur.
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It is pretty cool being a snowman.
I have a great nose, a big carrot.
I have eyes of coal, and a row of pebbles for a mouth.
They are arranged to give me a smile, which is good, because I am happy.
I wear a silly hat and a football scarf.
Barcelona, it says, which is strange since I am in Scotland.
The children made me, and they love me.
The little girl hugs me each night before she goes to bed, and every morning when she wakens.
That is the down side.
I am starting to melt.
She is inconsolable.
She begs me to stay but, of course, I cannot.
I am sad to leave her too.
And I cannot tell her the truth.
I am turning to water.
For me the adventure is just beginning.