
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
Tommy’s coffee was not enough to stop the shivers. This winter is ridiculous. How much can I take?
Inside, even shielded from the cutting wind, the cold was there, a living entity, seeping from the brick and mortar into him as he walked to his apartment.
The cold greeted him in his apartment. The radiator sat wrapped in cold against the wall, too stubborn to light. Too cold.
He walked to the window. Slid it open. Why not? Climbing onto the ledge, the wind cut his dry, chapped skin, but it wasn’t satisfied. It slid around his back and pushed.
Why fight it?
I hate to be so late to the party, but it happens sometimes. It’s been a busy week, but despite what you may think from the story, not a very cold one.
#FridayFictioneers is a weekly blog link up hosted by Rochelle over at RochelleWisoff.com. You should totally check it out and perhaps try your hand at writing a 100 word story.
Good luck!
Oy! The winter affecting you, Russell? Your guy sure couldn’t take it… Needed to find himself someone to snuggle with…
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Thankfully, I’m not quite as bad as the guy in the story, but yes, I typically don’t do well in the cold. Brrrr…
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Interesting idea. The old Chinese cold torture
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Thanks Neil! No worse torture than cold.
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Oh, goodness, something so tragic about this story. Well told!
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Thanks Susan!
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Such desolation. And a spooky conclusion too.
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Thanks Sandra! There are perhaps spirits upon the winds, placing the chill where they will.
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A chilling tale indeed – literally!
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Thanks Keith!
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I feel like this at the start of every winter… but thankfully Spring is just around the corner again 🙂
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Absolutely! Spring can’t get here fast enough.
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