I haven’t posted anything here in a few weeks! I have been writing, but not nearly as much as I’d like! I’ve been feeling really tired and worn down, and I’ve been putting the energy I’ve got into my other job, for the most part. It feels good to get back to this! Meeting with my writers group this week really helped! Their blogs are on the right, and well worth a look (The Haunted Pen, The Enchanted Notebook, and Dianne’s Place). This story was written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt, put out each week by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields on her blog. Click on the blue InLinkz frog below to read other stories written for this prompt or to add your own!
The Killing Frosts
Morning dawned, and Yvette opened the door, looking into the yard. The killing frosts were beautiful. It didn’t seem fair. They never knew when one was coming. Even at summer’s peak, the deadly ice came.
Some said it was witches, blighting the earth to please the Devil. Some said the land belonged to strange creatures using cold as a weapon to reclaim it. Others thought God sent the frosts as punishment for their sins.
Yvette’s husband was meant to arrive home this morning. As she stepped on silver grass, it crunched under her feet. The tears froze on her face.