Sunday, December 04, 2016

Sunday Photo Fiction

Posted Sunday December 4


The air was so cold that every breath was painful. It was as cold as a winter’s night could be. I walked down the twisting lane heeding every step less I slip on the ice beneath my feet. Either side the grass on the banks stood rigid, white, frozen. Barren hedgerows glistened silver in the moonlight, and distant trees wove a border of black lace below a grey winter sky.

I trudged into the village. Six disgruntled ducks stood motionless on the frozen pond unable to reach the water beneath a surface of leaden ice. All was quiet but for the dull sound of my footsteps.  I saw the shadow of a man, head bowed, deep in thought. It was mine.

As I rounded a bend a golden glow lit the street before me. Quietly at first, then more loudly the sound of merriment and laughter filled the air. I had arrived. I pushed open the heavy oak door and at once my spirits rose amid the sounds smells and warmth of the ancient inn.

“Mine's a brandy landlord, and make it a large one!”





My tale was inspired by this week's chilly picture at Sunday Photo Fiction


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11 comments:

  1. I like it. That brandy will definitely warm him up somewhat. The description of the poor ducks on the pond. I had visions of them getting there and slip-sliding all over the place. A good chilly read.

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  2. I wondered where the story was leading me, and enjoyed the surprise at the end. I loved the 'disgruntled ducks'!

    Susan A Eames at
    Travel, Fiction and Photos

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  3. Hi Keith, visiting your blog after a long time and you don't disappoint, the imagery is beautiful, i was prepared for a terrifying end but the twist was interesting

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  4. Excellent take Keith, put me right in the middle of a cold winter night and could imagine the welcoming warmth of the inn.

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  5. Lovely description of the frozen evening - very vivid. And who wouldn't want to nip to the pub for a bit of something to warm the cockles? Nice tale Keith :)

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  6. Nice story, poor ducks, but the Brandy at the end, that sounded good to me.
    Have a nice week.

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  7. Adorable how you write short stories like this.

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  8. Sounds like a journey to a wonderful place. Warm and spiritful! Lovely descriptions along the way!

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  9. Lovely images. And what a fun ending. Well done!

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  10. A lovely tale of a cold winter night and the warmth of a friendly place!

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