Snow Fall – Sunday Photo Fiction

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 Al’s supposedly seasonal shot has me confused.
Good try, buddy, but here on the Côte d’Azur I am basking in brilliant sunshine, with not a hint of frost, far less ice or snow.
How I miss Scotland in December!
Click on this link to enter your tale, and to see what others have written.

Copyright Al Forbes

Copyright Al Forbes

Click here to hear me read this 90-second story:

Snow Fall

Sometimes I am just stupid.
Skiing alone on a mountain I do not know, I see a group go off piste and follow at a distance.
I soon lose them in the trees, and get hopelessly lost.
Then I crash, painfully twisting a knee.
I find myself on the edge of a crevasse, with darkness falling.
My only direction is up, so I toil along as the cold starts to bite.
Exhausted by the deep wet snow, I collapse under an overhang.
I am not sure I have the strength to continue, but know I will not survive a night out here.
Then I hear voices above me.
I am all but frozen, and my injured joint has locked.
I find I cannot rise, and I cannot call out.
I reach up, shake a branch, causing a small snowfall.
The voices continue, unchanged.
I have one last hope.
I summon all my remaining strength, breathing deeply.
I roll onto my back, throw off my gloves.
With my numb hands I pack snow into a ball.
And hurl it into the night sky.

About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered Paradise in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte d'Azur, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
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52 Responses to Snow Fall – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. Dale says:

    Poor bugger… He’s cooked in the snow for “shore” (before you think this is a typo)

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  2. The snowball should do it. You seem to find new ways to kill yourself off. Good writing, C.E. 😀 — Suzanne

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  3. Great cliffhanger….I imagine so many scenarios.

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  4. Sally says:

    We get the feeling of desperation and then the hope of throwing the snowball – great stuff.

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  5. Dahlia says:

    That was…unexpected. I am sure the elements were cowed…

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  6. Jesse Raven says:

    Must admit, I’m in agreement with Al. Great tale all the same! 🙂

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  7. littledem0na says:

    Such a good story! I could feel the hopelessness in the writer. The desperation was portrayed really well. It was more showing than telling, which is what I really admire. Wow. Just wow.

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  8. …and then you had a snowball fight. Excellent.

    My story – One Winter’s Night

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  9. mandibelle16 says:

    Haha! Al is right, there is hope in the end of this piece. It’s the first thing I noticed. A snowballs chance in hell as they say, but hope. There isn’t that usually certainty and often calm acceptance of death or causing it. Nicely done CE and hugs for you.

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  10. IB Arora says:

    did the snow-ball work? beautifully wirtten

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  11. Graham Lawrence says:

    Very wintery indeed. I like the hurling snowball!

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  12. JED says:

    The throw must’ve worked, otherwise how could he tell us the story. Fun tale of despair and cold.

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  13. Reminds me of my ploughing through chest-high snow without a good sense of direction. At least I was still capable of moving cause my aim is terrible.
    Chilling story if you’ll excuse the pun.

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  14. You capture the cold quite well. Something lonely about the hush of snow.

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  15. Lynn Love says:

    Maybe he’ll become an iceman, locked there for months until the thaw returns him to the world. Nice tale, C, told with your usualy assured hand 🙂

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  16. Iain Kelly says:

    I don’t see him getting out of there alive, unless he has a really good throw on him! Nicely done.

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  17. emmylgant says:

    It’s bleak and dark C.e.
    Gut wrenching agony in white fear where hope hangs on to a snowball in hell.
    Well done.

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  18. That’s a good excuse as any to chuck a snowball! I hope it manages to get seen without hitting the somebody in the face!

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  19. Dear CE,

    That’s going to have to be one hefty hurl if anyone’s going to see that snowball. This made me feel cold, wet and despairing. Well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  20. Bien écrit j’aime beaucoup ! Bisous 🙂

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  21. Snowball fiiiiggghhhht!

    Different from your usual style of having the protagonist in danger rather than one of their victims. I wonder which he will murder after he is rescued.

    Good story as usual C.E.

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