Friday Fictioneers – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic to write a 100 word story about.
This week it’s:
Stained Glass Winter
Through these crystalled clouds,
There, on the other side,
Fuzzy figures seem to glide.
Skaters on a frozen lake,
Gloved hands braced behind their backs,
Arched and graceful silhouettes.
The pane abstracts the world,
As I scratch against the glass.
Cold crystals collect under my fingernails.
I rub my sweater sleeves back and forth across the pane.
The bumps on the glass feel funny on my arms.
I blow my breath,
An extended ha-a-a-ha,
And there, there, now I can see,
A tiny framed glimpse of a
Wee and winsome wintry scene.
Like grandpa’s snow globe
Shaken up, snow flakes swirling,
My world’s become
A pearl white paradise.
And I want to bundle up, go dashing
Out there to that frozen lake,
And swiftly skate alongside all the others.
But I wait,
Delighted, here inside,
This swirling shaken globe,
Restrained for the moment,
By an icy stained glass window pane.