Every Wednesday we get a new picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge graciously hosted by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The task of the challenge is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the Froggy. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.
Image ©Sarah Potter Used with permission for this Friday Fictioneers Challenge only. Any other use of this image requires Sarah Potter’s permission.
Snow covers the land like a shroud, but winter isn’t death. It’s rest and regeneration and it has its own beauty.
When the sun comes out, ice crystals covering the branches of the leafless trees sparkle like diamonds. The snow glistens in all shades of blue. The air is crisp and clean, the blindingly bright sky seems limitless.
Over time the magic fades and gives way to rain and mud. And when spring and summer come, with
it them come new growth, heat, thunderstorms, flowers and fruit and the whole cycle of life that gives us hope.
No, winter isn’t death.
This was completely different for me, wasn’t it?
I was experimenting with descriptions this week because there was no story showing up in my mind that convinced me.
Oh, and I think I made a mistake. Spring and summer should be ‘them’, not ‘it’, right?