AnElephantCant take part in Winter Sports
Although some ladies outfits do look rather nice
His only complaint here is
It looks rather dangerous
AnElephantCant skate on thin ice
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Our svelte slalomist Rochelle lays out the course for sophisticated story-telling skiers to shish boom superbly.
And AnElephant is on a slippery slope.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
Blizzard of Ice
Aye, winters were harsh back in the old country.
Sub-zero temperatures and gale-force winds driving the hailstones into your teeth.
Treacherous underfoot conditions meant the snow would freeze in layers.
Fresh falls would cover the sheets of black ice.
Of course, it was dark by early afternoon, so going anywhere was a dangerous business.
Sometimes it would take me four or five hours to travel the few miles home after work.
I just used to stagger from one sanctuary to the next, hoping to get there alive.
I can still hear the happy tinkle of ice cubes in my Scotch.