Thank you Sue Vincent for the picture prompt🔜 press 🔙here to join in with #write photo.
Not knowing where she was, Mable shook free her hair and tried to clear her head. On the horizon colours reflected like a kaleidoscope bouncing light from the setting sun to the frozen brook. She blinked and flinched as memories rushed in. The cold hard floor, the biting rope, the rumble of an empty stomach and the taste of metal on her tongue. Her only hope was to get as far away as possible before the sun disappeared and her view was lost. The terrible reality of her ordeal thrust home but refusing to acknowledge it she pushed on.
Mabel stumbled on towards the light; her head flicking back constantly to see if she was followed. A loss of concentration and she tripped on a root; her footing was lost. One wet stocking told her she was in serious trouble. Plunging ungracefully through the ice, no matter how much thrashing and praying Mabel had done; it was in vain. As if in slow motion she was sucked deeper and further from the bank. The cold was all encompassing her body felt heavy and numb. A muffled scream was heard by a startled Muntjac who answered the cry with a bark.
Through her frost tipped lashes and the opaque ice… she watched the last dance of purple light fade, the silent sunset gone, with the harrowing blink of an eye.
Do pay me by leaving a comment, my spirits will lift and I will be encouraged inspired to write more… besides I love to tell you a story and leave you guessing. *whispers* what was she running from?
Thanks, Ellen!
A rather bleak tale… and yes, it leaves you guessing…
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“Eeek” 😯
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Yep 😀
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Soo is dark… bad in your opinion?
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Not at all. Even in life we need the contrast of darkness against light in order to see.
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“Phew” *wipes brow* 😇
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😀
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Always write the words that come 🙂
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Yes and challenge the genre often 😇😉
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Genre? Hmmm… I don’t like being put in little boxes 😉
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Me neither far too narrow and stiffleing.
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Very nice. Love this one. Funny how many went a bit dark for this photo prompt.
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https://ellenbest24.wordpress.com/2016/12/02/how-many-pieces-of-forbidden-fruits/
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Excellent story. I figured she was lost, not necessarily running. Unless perhaps, running out of time. Kind of scary and certainly sad.
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Yes boundries were pushed as my pen took on a life of its own. 😇😉
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Great story Ellen. Was she escaping from enforced servitude or slavery perhaps? At lest she got to see the sun agan, A shame she ended up under the ice – not too late to save her though!
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No the ending stays, this time like life… it just isn’t fair. 😉😇😆
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Indeed
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Reblogged this on Kate McClelland.
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Thank you Kate
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Ellen, well done. You captured the sense of futility and sadness I felt on seeing that photo. The animal is quite a curiosity. I had never heard of it.
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Hi Bernadette, the deer is comonplace in England but I thought it a nice touch. Thank you for your comments. 😇
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Loved the opaque line. Very good.
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*drops a curtsey * praise indeed.
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😄👍
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Powerful and very bleak
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Bleak is a strong word… but I am sure tou are right. Thank you for the visit. Xx
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Poor Mabel! Out of the frying pan and into the…ice!
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Yes she was not a very lucky girl…
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Great story!
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Thank you, I appreciate your comments and reading. X
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