“Hoarfrost” Flash Fiction – Cinquain Prose
The Carrot Ranch Literary Community Challenge for February 15, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story on ice. It can be an event on the ice, a game on ice or a drink on ice. Go where the prompt leads you.
Respond by February 20, 2018, to be included in the compilation (published February 21). Rules are here. All writers are welcome!
Icy
glacial diamonds
cooling, freezing, frosting
intense biting frosty water
hoarfrost
I gazed at the lacy hoarfrost wrought in outlines of filigree angels permeating the inside of the cabin’s window panes. If the cold hadn’t been so deadly the rime might be considered picturesque. But not today. The freeze had descended quickly, and we were unprepared for the penetrating chill. Our fire had burned down to a gray ash. A layer of frost concealed the blanket covering our bodies. Deep sleep hovered. My eyes closed knowing the end was near. My last thoughts conceded that climate change was real.
© 2018 Colleen M. Chesebro
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Oh that’s so powerful and scary too.
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The fairy nymphs can’t stress this enough… 😉 ❤ Thanks, Sis.
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Wow, look at you. Something tells me that there is yet, another idea for another Abby book here… Just sayin’ ❤
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LOL! The last book will be called the Star Fairy. Think climate change and the star people… ❤
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Oh dear! Climate change is real, I agree. Down here we see the shores being eaten away each winter and the winds grow stronger all the time. Let’s hope and pray enough people wake in time to effect positive change.
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I couldn’t agree more. Now, if our government would just listen… 😦
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And ours over here in Oz. It can get depressing thinking about the lack of action. The capitalist system isn’t working but there seems no way but somehow, in my deepest meditations, I have the way out view that the climate will force change upon us. I take heart that Al Gore said when he visited Australia last year that there is still time to change.
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Gosh I hope so. That is what the fairy nymphs want everyone to know. We must take care of the planet before its too late. Time is running out. Fingers crossed.<3
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There’s so much to say about this topic I don’t really know where to begin. I keep meditating and focusing on light – as I was wrote that I got an image of rainbow crystal light – calling it into the body then channelling it into the Earth’s crystal grid 🙂
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Perfect! I imagine the light from above piercing through my body and into the earth below. It’s grounding but also connects you to the spirit. Mother Gaia responds. ❤️
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Absolutely. My current meditation practice to send the light into the crystalline grid that runs through the Earth. 🙂
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Perfect. I’m so glad to have met you! 😍🤗❤️
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Likewise 🙂
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This was wonderfully done!
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Thank you, Ritu. I spent all day on this. (eye-roll). Finally I got it. LOL! 😀 ❤
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It was really good Colleen!
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Aw, Ritu. You are so sweet. Thank you. ❤
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💜
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Beautiful
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Thanks. ❤️❤️❤️
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Chilling…especially since it could happen…(K)
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I agree. I could see it all playing in my mind.
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The cold is so beautiful and so deadly. A “chilling” story, Colleen. Well done! ❤
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Thanks, Diana. I was going with how cold can kill. As our climate changes I fear we will see more drastic temperatures. ❤️
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We’re seeing it already. Climate change isn’t going to be a fun time. 😦
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That’s what my fairy nymphs tell me in my dreams. ❤
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Grim stuff. I like the Indian word for hoarfrost: pogonip.
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Ohh, what a cool word! 😊
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I grew up in the Shoshone and Paiute areas. Might not be the same word elsewhere.
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I’m writing book 2 using the Ute word for fairy: kimama. I love Native American lore.
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Very cool.
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Excellent transportation of the reader into the freezing cottage.
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Thanks. I’m glad you enjoyed. ❤️
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Wow, that seems scarily prescient.
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Oh, yes. It could become a reality. 😨
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This is always in the back of my mind. What if the end is closer than anyone thinks?
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I think about that too. I fear there are more rough times ahead before our government faces the facts. ❤
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Discomforting last thought! But beautifully described hoarfrost, Colleen.
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LOL! Thanks, Charli. Climate change is real! ✨🌈✨
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Ooh, that one is frightening and sad. Well done.
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Thanks, Lisa. I wanted the horror to sneak up, not slap you in the face even though the truth hits you in the gut. ❤️
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