It’s Friday, it’s Friday Fictioneers. 100 words based on a photo prompt. Go!
Comments welcome, I’m here to learn.
Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Winter is Coming
An unnatural cold is working its way into the house. Fingers of frigid air probing the gaps and cracks in the walls, squeezing under ill-fitting doors and up between floorboards. Waves of cold pour into the room through ice-encrusted windows. The roof groans and settles under the weight of accumulated snow. Outside, sounds like gunshots echo through the forest as freezing trees violently explode in the approaching ice storm.
We may not be the last. I hope with all my heart that there are survivors. Someone to rebuild.
Winter is here.
Write On Dude! 
Sounds like winter after the Apocalypse. Although I’ve been through some nasty ice storms her in Missouri. Ugh. Very well described. I like the way the title and the ending line bring the story full circle.
Thank you, Rochelle. I think it was probably an asteroid.
Or a golden….you know…
Well written. I like the imagery “Fingers of frigid air probing the gaps and cracks in the walls, squeezing under ill-fitting doors and up between floorboards.”
Thank you, Abraham. You probably don’t see much weather like this in Kenya. In one of my early drafts I was going to set the house near the equator. Brazil & Kenya were two possibilities, but couldn’t fit the extra info in.
Nicely written. Good use of your 100 words.
Your words convey that feeling of hopelessness, that the cold and the ice will win, come what may.
Yet even in that desperation of knowing they are doomed they pray for survivors to re-build. Despite what nature throws at us we will always bounce back.
Thanks Mike. I think I was feeling a bit down when I had the idea for this one! I don’t like winter at the best of times.
Hi Pete,
Excellent description of an ice storm and the cold that creeps in through any available pathway. Ron
Thanks Ron. I was determined to have a change from the light-hearted stuff this week. Normal business will be resumed shortly.
I like the way you took the feelings we tend to have in winter and gave them a bit more end-of-the-world twist with the “unnatural cold” and your ending.
Thanks Janet. I made sure I stuck ‘unnatural’ in there early to give the immediate impression that this wasn’t just a normal winter.
I hope they got lots of firewood in;-) I can’t imagine being in this situation, but you did a great job of conveying the hopelessness they feel..
Waaaay to late for firewood, way too late for anything except crawling under the duvet and trying to sleep your way to a peaceful afterlife. Pesky asteroids.
Another ice age or an atomic winter… Remember those apocalyptic stories.
Dear peete,
Sounds as though they’ll be buring the furniture soon. Checkov has nothing on you.
Aloha,
Doug
Oh my. I HATE winter. Your story isn’t helping much. PLEASE no more ice storms.