Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
This week’s chilly image comes once again courtesy of Roger Bultot.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on this picture, below.
Click here to hear the writer read his words:
The sun clambers into view, casting long shadows.
The snow starts to melt.
As it has done for the past three days, before freezing again overnight.
Soon there is slush over ice, a dangerous combination.
The old folk on their way to worship totter carefully, leaning on canes and each other.
They are a cheerful old crowd, quite lovable in their way.
They say you can judge a society by how it cares for its elderly.
So why don’t the authorities grit the pavements?
Then my subtle nudges wouldn’t cause uncertain feet to slip, and hips to break.