Ice: 50 words

I promised Bekah Shambrook I would enter her contest, so here it is. Telling a story in 50 words is much harder than you’d think – you ought to try it.

He was not coming.

A distant, watery sun traced the sky, beyond the cobweb beaded with tiny crystals.

She sat, breath puffing in the sharp-spun air. The melt down her face was the only trace of tears.

The Ice Queen sat and waited for a spring that would never come.

6 Comments

  1. Meg McNulty
    Dec 26, 2012

    A sad fairy tale in just 50 words. I thought you’d be writing about that ice glittering on your finger!

    • Meg McNulty
      Dec 26, 2012

      It is wonderful, by the way! The story, I mean, though the ring is also very special :-)

  2. Lisa Shambrook
    Dec 26, 2012

    Tragic…in icy beauty!

  3. moonduster
    Dec 27, 2012

    That is so beautiful, Anna!

  4. Sophie Moss
    Dec 29, 2012

    I love the line, “breath puffing in the sharp-spun air.”

  5. Arely ZPerez
    Dec 30, 2012

    So sad, yet so very beautiful…

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