Thanks to dear Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to Dale for the photo.
In this winter twilight, a thick mist shrouds the silhouette of a lone walker. The winter solstice has just passed.
I step up to my friend’s front door. Inside there is a wood burning stove, square and red with a glass panelled door. Its burning logs flare and dance with bright energy, a miniature stage.
Standing in front of the stove, we are wrapped in warmth. I shrug off the wintry chill of the outside evening and sigh with pleasure, like a dog curled up on the hearthrug.
How things were and will be again.
January 17, 2021 at 9:29 pm
Wistful description of a forbidden winter welcome. You leave us enough hope to stay cheerful!
January 18, 2021 at 2:00 pm
Thank you Penny, I’m glad some positivity came through in the story.
January 16, 2021 at 6:13 am
Stay safe in the warm until the spring finally arrives, soon I hope!
January 16, 2021 at 5:54 pm
Thanks Ali, I agree with your sentiment.