As a response to Crimson’s Creative Challenge, I wrote this.
Click here to hear the writer read his words
Snowed In
We appear to be snowed in.
Not surprising, as our little rented cottage is on the edge of Rannoch Moor.
Picturesque, but remote.
We have hot chocolate and Glenmorangie, and toasted scones, her favourite taste of Scotland.
Everything is perfect.
Then she mentions a name.
And an argument explodes.
Normally I’d leave now, give her time to calm down, but here, that’s not possible.
I try to make peace, to apologise, even though she started it, and continues to escalate it, as always.
This is why I avoid confrontation, I struggle to control my temper.
So my hands are on her throat, squeezing…
I carry her out into the blizzard, stumble across the white broken ground until I can walk no further.
I lie down beside her, holding her as the tears freeze on my face.
We’ll be together forever.
Or until the spring thaw, at least.
Chilling. Yet warming that you’ve told the story in your own voice. Much appreciated.
Hi Crispina, sorry I missed this comment, but glad you enjoyed the reading, I’m not always sure it’s worth the effort!
It’s always worth the effort, Even if only one person sees it. That’s one person who wouldn’t have otherwise enjoyed your story.
Excellent.
How lovely to see you here again, Indira.
Thank you.
So it’s really her own fault?
I mean he’s done everything he could, hasn’t he?
Chilling passion portrait.
And, of course, a neat twist.
I like it.
Exactly! Bliddy women, eh?
Thanks, Jenne.
Made me think about those couples “snowed in” during the “pandemic” shutdowns. It must have felt safe until …
I imagine so, Susan. Doesn’t do to contemplate it, so I just write it!
Is clicking ‘like’ a sacrilege in a situation like this? I do so delight in a twist- even when it is about the throat! hehehe
You have a delightfully warped sense of humour, Jodi!
Excellent! I liked being lulled into a false sense of security at the start……
And I like to lull, Margaret, so we’re both happy!