Char Lake, Resolute, NU, Canada, via Google Maps street view
Ice covers the lake, snow dots the brown hills, and thick clouds hang heavy. My grand-niece complains that it doesn’t even smell like spring yet, but I can’t hear her over my grinning.
It was a Springday just like this when we met. The priests had called the fire bats, swirling and swooping over a different lake ringed in dirty slush. I saw their orange flames reflected in your eyes, your face glowing with joy. Then you turned to me, your gaze more magical than the creatures overhead.
Your beard was flecked with gray then; now it is lighter than my fingers twined into it. Since the accident, I cannot dance as smoothly; you swing me slower, claiming not to notice.
Tonight the fire bats won’t come, but I still see them in your eyes.
I threw the bones that morning. They said my life would change forever.
Word count: 150. Written for this week’s What Pegman Saw photo challenge. Thanks to Karen and Josh for hosting. To everyone else, please join in — the water’s warm! (Well, metaphorically, at least.) Pegman takes us to a different place on the globe every week, and inspires us to write a story about it in 150 words or less. Click on the link to read the other stories.
Sorry, my friends, that I’ve been offline for a while. My previous post explains a bit about it — I was at Worldcon (whee!) and before that at a long professional conference, and before that, desperately getting work done prior to both events. I’m hoping to participate in more flash fiction challenges and read more blogs this week and next, but then I’ll be traveling again quite a bit in September and early October. My apologies in advance if I don’t see and comment on all my regular blogs!