This is week nine of 100 Word Wednesday, and here is the photo and my response. πŸ™‚ If you’d like to participate, just click the link! πŸ˜‰

Image Credit: Toa Heftiba

It’s an unpleasantly frigid 10 degrees below zero.
Wandered the wood to make sense of her thoughts,
Totally lost and unsure which way to go,
She’s almost as frozen as her hardened heart.

Blood ran as cold as the melty snow making her feet wet,
She’d held onto hurt, promising reconciliation tomorrow.
Now it may be too late to forgive and forget,
As hypothermia begins to settle into her marrow.

She shivers uncontrollably on this stroll;
Peeks through the foliage to see lights in the distance.
She doesn’t want to die alone, but the cold takes its toll;
She shouts as the winter wonderland takes her consciousness…

And this was the 107 word mark! What a cliffhanger though. Does someone hear her cries and rescue her at the last possible moment, or does this story take a tragic turn? I guess you decide… πŸ˜‰


32 thoughts on “Frozen

  1. I’m going to seem like a horrible person, but I feel like it should end with her dying. It would make the piece so much more stronger and emotional. There would also be the irony of her being so close to help, but not being able to reach it. I feel so cruel saying that though. πŸ˜‚

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  2. Great post! Haunting! I wanted to thank you for sharing about the meet and greet. I have had a wonderful time and met some fellow mental health warriors. Some great poets and writers like yourself as well. Again, I sincerely thank you. It was just what I needed, around this (brrrr, cold!) time of year!

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    • Thank you! πŸ™‚ β™₯

      You’re welcome! 😊 I’m so glad that you met some new friends! πŸ™‚ I’m still discovering people – they are posting faster than I can load blogs. πŸ˜‚ It’s wonderful. And it goes until the end of the weekend too so the party isn’t over yet! πŸ˜€

      I know what you mean – it was actually warm here until yesterday though, and then it got cold here again! Nothing like a cup of hot tea and a blogging party! πŸ’œ

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  4. I love the cliffhanger you left us with — I imagine her drifting off slowly where her reality melts into dreaming — maybe she thinks she’s died and then is rescued by the aforementioned lumber jack…perhaps she slips off into sweet slumber. Thank you for dropping in and writing with us again this week — I always love your stories ❀

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