A Cold Encounter
Such strange warmth for this time of year.
Ice is still thick on the lake, a dull mirror for the fog that hovers inches above the surface. Dense and disconcerting, it blurs the distinction between earth and sky and the shroud makes dusk of midday. What am I not supposed to see?
The silhouette of a vulture materializes across the field. Perched on the fencepost at the edge of the neighboring property, he sits far too close to the house.
Fear is illogical – death eaters consume only what is already gone.
Still, I shiver.
His stare is an icy blade.
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Written in response to the February 15, 2018, flash fiction challenge at Carrot Ranch Communications.
In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story on ice. It can be an event on ice, a game on ice or a drink on ice. Go where the prompt leads you.
Well penned, that.
Ah, thanks, D.!
It has that ominous feel of an epic opening.
The vulture part is BOTS. I was working on the icy, foggy lake thing and got a bit stuck. I went out for a while, and on my way home actually saw a huge vulture sitting on a post like that at the edge of the cornfield near our house. He was…huge. I got a photo, but it was way too grainy to use. So thanks to Mr. Vulture, I was able to finish my flash! And who knows…maybe use it to start something longer.
Holy cow, Lisa, that send chills down my spine! Excellent!
Thank you, Dyanne – that’s a great compliment! 😀 I had fun with this one.
A wonderfully chilling little tale! The picture is beautiful.
Thanks, Michael! Isn’t the photo cool? Pixabay. Wish I could’ve used a photo of my own – complete with vulture – but it was too grainy.
Definitely chilling!
Thank you, Chelsea!