She looked at her cracked fingertips as the dry, cold air rustled around her, and her warm breath melted the frost.

She had lost everything, almost everything, her life turning upside down.

The faint light shimmered in the frigid, and she trod on, leaving her footprints in the fresh snow.


Three challenges in one! Written for Friday Fictioneers – 13 December 2019, Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner #50, and Three Line Tales, Week 202.

PHOTO PROMPT © Mikhael Sublett

Postmans December Pexels 2019


photo by Josh Hild via Unsplash


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