Three writers, one prompt, ten minutes to write without stopping or correcting. This is a regular Tuesday activity. This week it was in a different tea room in Vesenaz, Switzerland, a Geneva suburb.
Brrrr…. All that snow. Thankfully he was on the inside looking out.
Peaceful – this was what he needed after the year past. A few days to rest and recover before heading into the “New Year.”
By the way, why did everyone he know act as if the simple fact of leaving one year behind and starting a new one, was an automatic erasure of past problems, of aches and pains?
In his experience, the New Year sometimes brought even more.
His kids had found this place, up in the middle of low mountains and valleys.
So, he was determined to make the most of a
week “off”
in spite of himself.
And you know, looking out on the snow and setting sun almost did the trick. It was peaceful, he could relax.
Now if he could just avoid thoughts of what might be buried under all that snow as the sun set that first day of the New Year.
Julia has written and taken photos all her life and loves syncing up with friends. Her blog can be found: https://viewsfromeverywhere.blogspot.com/
D-L Free Write
How did Sandra let herself be talked into this. She was the most unsporty person she knew.
Granted Tom had been enthusiastic. "You'll love skiing."
She did love the place they'd rented near the slopes.
The sunrises, sunsets with their many shades of pink sent her scurrying for her camera. She would recapture them on canvas when she was back in her studio. OK, landscapes weren't her usual thing, but Picasso and other artists had more than one style.
"Lessons," Tom had said as he introduced her to Jared, the drop-dead handsome ski instructor. "I'll meet you back here for lunch," he called over his shoulder as he headed for the ski lift.
He met her instead at the hospital, her foot in a cast suspended over the bed.
Not even her first run, but her first slide she'd heard the bones crack in her ankle and foot when she fell. A bandage kept her sprained wrist stable.
"My ski experience was three minutes," she told Tom. "I warned you I wasn't sporty."
D-L has had 17 fiction and non fiction books published. Check out her website at:. https://dlnelsonwriter.com
Rick's Free Write
They’d been traipsing through the deep snow for several hours, on snowshoes, but it was getting late. The sun was starting to go down over the Jura Mountains, and though the colors were a brilliant orange, red and yellow, when the sun was gone it would get brutally cold.
As they came over a small rise, Josh spotted a house or cabin at the bottom of the slope. There was also a barn-like structure nearby. But no people in sight, no roads or walkways cleared. Was it abandoned? Jill didn’t care: “It’s a place to sleep,” she said.
No locks on the door. No electricity when she flipped the switch. Josh used the light on his mobile to check out the one-room structure. It didn’t look like anyone had been there for months, maybe years. The water had been shut off.
But there was a fireplace. And a bit of stacked wood on the hearth, so they built a much-welcomed fire. Sat at the ancient wood table to eat their tinned rations.
Well after the sun went down, as they attempted sleep in their bedrolls, they heard a sound outside. Soft, like steps through crunchy snow. Then a bark. And another. Then a low growl.
When Josh looked out the window, staring back at him was an enormous gray and black wolf. With several of his mates. And two of them were pawing to get in the door.
Rick Adams is an aviation journalist and publisher of www.aviationvoices. com
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