Carrot Ranch Congress of Rough Writers prompt, November 4, 2015: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a frozen story. Is the weather the source of freezing or is a character frozen by emotion or lack of it? It can also be a moment frozen in time. What does it reveal?
She wakes resentfully with the realization that winter has arrived. The calendar may say autumn; the weather gets the last word.
She shivers and sits up. Thin light fingers around the boards on the windows. Troubles raises his head and whines hopefully: “Kibble? “ At least she can’t see her breath. Yet. But it’s November. The heavy leaf coverage, her camouflage as she sneaks in and out, is nearly gone.
You can have a sleeping bag, insulating pad, the comfort of a dog beside you on the floor. But when you’re homeless and squatting, you can’t have warmth. Not truly.
2 thoughts on “Toward Freezing (Flash Fiction)”
To have no home, no kibble, no warmth, the cold must feel like a foe. You capture the heaviness of that feeling in your flash.
You have created a very stark and emotive picture of this homeless woman. Sounds like it's just going to get tougher for her for a while. I hope there's a happy, and warm, solution not far away.