The sun set over the horizon as temperatures plummeted. Ice formed in the corners of her eyes as she hauled firewood and dropped it inside the teepee. Removing her gloves, she pressed her hands to her face. The ice melted quickly. Unlike the glacier that had formed in her heart.
He wanted to move to this uninhabited place. Who could resist those pleading eyes? Together, they learned how to survive off the richness of the land. Until an accident stole him away.
Rubbing her extended belly, the baby stirred. She felt the beginnings of a thaw, a renewal of hope.
My story this week was somewhat inspired by the biting cold temperatures friends and family are experiencing in the US right now. Hope everyone stays warm and safe!
“Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge to write a story using only 100 words and hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. If you would like to read other stories or join in by adding your own take on the photo supplied by Renee Heath, visit HERE.