I haven’t done a Friday Fictioneers post in a long time and I’m not sure I’ve ever done one here. I had mentioned in an earlier post that I would start sharing some writing, but that never happened. Well, until now. I was inspired by another blogger and a picture. So, here we are. I hope you enjoy!
The ground was hard and cold. As Marie dug she noticed how low the icicles hung from the dead branches. Icy daggers, she thought. Waiting for an unsuspecting victim.
“George come help me.”
He wrenched himself from his perch, took hold of the shovel, scooped up some icy dirt and threw it over his shoulder. Suddenly, something warm pierced his side. He looked down and saw a fresh stream of blood pouring from his chest.
Falling against the tree, he knocked the icy daggers lose.
“Sorry George,” Marie said. “It wouldn’t have worked. They never do.”
Word count: 96
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly meme hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.