This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.
Thanks to Dale Rogerson for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.
Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
“Meg! Be careful!” said Louise.
Meg’s chuckles and footsteps echoed all around the place. Her new teddy was the reason for her happiness. Louise was tucked inside the couch. The fire emitted a warm glow. Their voices sounded comforting.
The snow was falling outside. The landscape… a fairy tale.
Suddenly I feel the chilly breeze. There is no fire for warmth. Numbness is seeping inside me.
Things are turning steely white. Memory…voices…faces…smiles…all are fading… I try calling them but they are distant.
A ball of yellow light shines from afar. I think, it’s a sun but I know it’s not.
“Granny can we go out to play in the snow?”
Copyright – Dee Lovering
“No child this is not snow.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean nouh..not real snow.”
“I don’t understand!”
“Well, I don’t understand either.”
Big words started pouring from her that didn’t make any sense to me – polar vuhrtex… global warming… new ice age….
I ran super-fast to alarm my mummy. ” It’s granny she is casting spells on us. ”
Only that made sense to me, for I had seen big words used in story books to cast spells on people and places.
I wrote this piece from the POV of a small kid who wants to enjoy the snow. Although it has snowed in the month of July, it doesn’t make any difference to her.
Rochelle Wisoff- Fields-Addicted to Purple is the place where every Friday a photo is shared with an aim to write a fiction around it in 100 words or less. Anyone who wants to participate can click at FRIDAY FICTIONEERS to know about the rules.
Today’s photo is a contribution from Dee Lovering.
Thanks to Rochelle, a kind host, and Dee for sharing the photo with us. I would also like to thank my readers for visiting, reading and sharing their views.
On the way to Chang La Pass in Ladakh, India, which is the third highest motorable road in the world. It was a pretty exhausting journey for me sitting inside the car but for these commuters on the road- was a journey of forbearance.
walking on narrow strip of road
This is a picture of Triund Hills which is located in the Dauladhar Range of Himalayas in Himachal Pradesh, India – at an elevation of 9,800 feet (2975 meters). The mountains and the valley was absolutely astounding; I could be a bird and glide in these mountains for eternity. I could see shades of blue as they melted away into the open vastness and – time – stood still. Suddenly the distance collected as pain was transformed into glory.
Triund hills, at a local guides place
Life is full of adventures only if we step out of our comfort zone. Only if I was so certain as to think that tomorrow things will happen exactly the same way I had thought and planned, I would have never known what adventure is? Only if I had to take a step born out of an uncertain situation I would be facing adventure in my life.
Adventure is a part of life. For rich adventure means- horse riding, car racing, gambling and many more. For a poor adventure is- looking for a job, getting a meal may be two times a day, shopping for a new pair of shoes, staying under a roof that partially provides protection from the sun, rain or snow. For a wild animal adventure is-jungle, survival, being a prey, becoming a predator. For a pet adventure would be- going on a walk, playing with someone, running around the house all alone, a chase with a vet.
place on top of a hill
This a temporary house of Gaddi people (locals of Himachal Pradesh, India). It is said that during winter months they make such houses for their cattle like sheep and goats to stay. They would stay there throughout winter as the sun is direct and is helpful for the survival of their cattle in terms of more green pastures and warmth. Once winter is over they come down with their cattle. I was fortunate enough to capture this as they mostly get damaged during thunderstorms. Life for any person living in the mountains is full of adventure, even their everyday routine is full of adventure. As I stood here I kept thinking how their life would have been and how they would have spend their time staying at such a great height where the normal mode of transportation is only walking.
The sun was setting and this poor thing was running up and down for at least five minutes (long enough for me to take a click)making some noise. It was a white mule I guess against the white snow that stirred up some thoughts in my mind. I thought what if it was playing hide and seek calling for the other friends of it. What if it was looking for its partner or calling its child. Apart from this, the sun was about to set and since it was moving frantically it reminded me of Cinderella trying to leave the party at midnight. What if this animal had a power and could turn into a white unicorn or had a home beyond a waterfall. All my answers still left unanswered I could see it disappearing in the white snow mysteriously as it had appeared in front of me. Perhaps I could have gone after it, I’m sure it would have been an adventure of its kind.