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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Copyright Al Forbes
The Snowman
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.
Go figure.
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.
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A fun melancholy story. At first I was sad but you have left me with a slight smile on my face.
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“For me the adventure is just beginning.” Loved the last line. A great idea for the prompt!
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Thanks for visiting, Roger, glad it spoke to you.
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Don’t know why she’s crying, if she hadn’t hugged him every night, her warmth wouldn’t have killed him haha
Seriously though, this is a sweet story. A change from the murder and mayhem. Great write, Ceayr.
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Thanks, Al.
Do you think that love kills us all in the end?
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Well you can smother someone with love, so I think yes, it does. You hear a lot about older people people dying within a few months of their husbands/wives dying.
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Loved how it reflects the transient natures of both joy and sorrow. Keep up the good work!
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Thank you.
Glad you enjoyed and, I assure you, I will make every effort.
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A very delightful poem! Reminds me of real life…. He serves his purpose being there, then moves on to another adventure in his life.
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Ba-boom!
Well interpreted, my dear lady.
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A story told in a lighthearted manner yet filled with longing. Great write!
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Thank you, Matthew, your time and your kind words are much appreciated.
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I love your story .. and yes, the adventure would just be beginning. A last hug for a snow man .. ciao!
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Grazie, and careful with that hug.
Frozen tears can be painful.
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Well .. at least for a little while longer … then one would get all wet and sloshy wouldn’t one.
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From frozen to free flowing(or dripping)! Everyday is an adventure for a snowman with a heart. Sweet story as I read it.
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A sweet story indeed, Em, as long as you take it at face value.
And not as an allegory for a northern man whose heart never melts.
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Very interesting viewpoint to write from. I like how being water opens up new possibilities for the snowman.
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Every snowman has his day.
Glad you enjoyed his view of the world.
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A touching story, sad and uplifting at the same time. Plus, you’ve shown you can be soft and cuddly (I think).
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Soft and cuddly as a block of frozen water.
Thanks for that!
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Now you’ve shown your softer side, you can’t back away so easily … the block WAS melting.
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If you really think I have a softer side, please visit the site of my alter ego:
http://anelephantcant.me/
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Graham really liked your story and so did I. I loved the thaw at the end. New beginnings.
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Always a new beginning, sir.
Except, perhaps, for Graham.
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🙂
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Wry and sweet with much more to it than one expects from a jolly snowman. Nicely done.
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Thank you.
I am happy that you picked up on that.
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I hope wherever he goes will be a great adventure, it is a shame he has to leave the girl behind though
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Thanks, Angie, but sometimes we have to leave the girl behind.
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Dear CE,
Such a delightful story from a dismal photo. I like the snowman’s adventurous attitude. Who knows? He might soon be ice. 😉 but not if he’s flowing to Cote d’Azur. Imaginative and thoughtful. I do feel a twinge for the little girl.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, m’lady, glad you enjoyed.
Maybe the story is an allegory for life in the frozen north, and those who escape but not without the inevitable heartache.
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The last line gives the story a new dimension!
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Even a snowman can dream, Steve.
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