Sunday Photo Fiction – A Cold Snap

Every week we are given a photo to use as a prompt to write a story in 200 words or less with the photo as the subject matter. My story is based around the photo but doesn’t mention it.

If you would like to have a go, then click on the Sunday Photo Fiction image, and if you want to read what others have written, then click on the blue image with the frog on it.

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The cold arrived so suddenly, it claimed nearly half the population of the village. The elder was one of the first to go, and I took his position as the eldest male. We requested aid, but none came. Apparently, we weren’t a priority. Other places needed it more than we did. What gave them the right to say someone else’s life was more valuable than my children’s?

I walked around the camp with my furs huddled around me. Although the cold didn’t bother me, my body still didn’t like it and shuddered involuntarily on occasion. I shuddered as I looked down on the boy huddled against his mother trying to keep warm. I knelt down to talk to them both, but when I touched her, she was rigid and cold. She had succumbed to the weather.

I told him there was a warm spot for him near the central fire, and I needed his mother to fetch more wood. It was better for him to hate me for saying she died out there than knowing he was laying on her body.

I sent a request for aid again, knowing it would make no difference. We were alone here in Kenya.

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Global warming affects everyone, and if we don’t make a serious effort to deal with it, the equator could very well end up like this.

Yearly “Snow On Your Blog” Post

Every year about this time, I post telling people how to switch on or off the snow that falls on your blog. Some people love it, others hate it, and some are just “meh”.

So, here is how you switch the snow on if you want it, or off if you don’t. And if you aren’t bothered, you can click the “A Mixed Bag” image on the right to take you to a random post.

So, head over to your own page hover over the MY SITES on the top left of your title bar.

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Then scroll down and click the “Show falling snow on my blog until January 4th” so you can either turn it on or off.

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You can either have it on or off by ticking or unticking the tick box. Tikkidee boo.

The Duck (A Story From An Anonymous Friend)

A friend wrote this, and I said I would share it on my blog. The friend requested I not name them. It is a fun story.

THE DUCK

My agent says it won’t fly.
Which is apt, considering the subject of my latest children’s book.
He says he can’t find a publisher.
That, in fact, it is unpublishable in its current form.
And I need to change the title.
But, I argue, the title is also the hook, the line that repeats at the end of each segment.
It is the question each animal asks, and therefore the child who is listening, or perhaps even reading, will anticipate and remember.
This is how children learn to read, and to love reading.
The story tells of a cute little duckling who gets lost.
His whole family, Daddy, Mummy, and his seven siblings, Donald, David, Drew, Dottie, Debbie, Deirdre and Mary, go out searching for him.
Each of them meets a different animal, and explains the situation.
And each encounter ends up with the same punch line.
It is a good story, I say, built in the classic style of great children’s stories.
With an adorable collection of fluffy little creatures and an exotic array of animals – a giraffe, a fox, a crocodile, a kangaroo, a monkey, a dog, a hippo, a little bird and, of course, an elephant – you have everything needed for a great book that kids will treasure.
The publishers will not publish, he says, they say parents won’t buy it. Not with that title.
So I am faced with a rewrite.
Or, I guess, I could self-publish, prove them all wrong.
I ask you, dear reader, would you refuse to buy a book on the basis of its title?
It is catchy.
And funny.
Where the f*ck’s the duck?

H.O.P.E. How Our Personality Evolves

HOPE is a four letter word that can sometimes be seen as a cruel word that mixes in with other vulgar four letter words. We all lose HOPE at some point. Something comes along and we see no wait out. We see no way of going forward. We see no help on the horizon. All we do see is a tunnel with a power cut. No light can be seen and there is no way to avoid it. The metaphorical embankments are too steep to climb. You try, but you fail. You try again and keep slipping down, maybe seeming to make less headway each time due to tiring. Then you only see the way out being through that tunnel. A dark, empty, tunnel.

Then as you walk through it, time seems to slow down. You don’t know how long you have been there. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Years. Then you see a light coming towards you. Now, HOPE starts to come in. HOPE at the thought of finding a way out. The light comes around the corner and it is someone with a torch, and your HOPE dissipates. That low that you feel couldn’t get any lower, there it is proving you wrong.

Then the wonderful thing happens. That person with the torch? They stop and talk to you. They tell you that they have been looking for you. They are there to help you, to light your way through the rest of the tunnel. It is a long walk, but you see the end of it. Finally, your HOPE returns with fervour and you fairly run out of that tunnel, dropping to your knees and thanking whoever for helping.

HOPE has not abandoned us. It is always there, trying to find a way in.

Don’t give in. HOPE is there.

Don’t lose HOPE

Be Positive

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