Melting Ice: Flash Fiction

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The chill hung in the room like an unwanted guest. He slammed the wardrobe shut, and rummaged through the chest-of-drawers. He peered under the bed and banged his head on the bottom drawer.

“Ow!”

She ran into the room. “What happened?” she asked in a breathless query.

“This damned drawer —”

She gently rubbed the sore spot “What’re you looking for?”

“My wallet”.

“You could’ve just asked me”.

“You weren’t talking to me” he said. Echos of bitter words resonated from the past.

Outside a drop of icy-water dripped from the point of the thawing icicle.

“I’ll find it” she said.

Inspired by Prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 

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24 thoughts on “Melting Ice: Flash Fiction

  1. “Outside a drop of icy-water dripped from the point of the thawing icicle.” This turning point makes the story, in my opinion. Nicely woven.

    One nit–I’d love to have a name for your character. 🙂

    All my best,
    Marie Gail

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    • Thanks a lot Marie 🙂
      I wanted the story to be written in a way that it feels like the reader is peeping into the scene from the window of the house, the way he or she would see it. But maybe naming the characters would have given it more depth. Thanks for your feedback 😀

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