Tuesday Tales: Writing Fierce Snow

dec2016-possible6Tuesday Tales is a weekly blog featuring diverse authors who post excerpts from their works in progress based on word and picture prompts. We’re a book hungry troop that enjoys reading as much as you do. Today our prompt is a lovely picture. Since we are 80 degrees here in Florida, this wintry scene is especially appealing to me. I mean, give me a break! Even Hawaii is in the news for snow. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

She had never felt such bone chilling cold. The wind whipped around and through her and threatened to knock her off her feet. As the frigid temperature cut through her cloak, the world blurred.

She stumbled and called out, but he did not turn around. She called again, her voice cracking.

He swung around and gripped her elbows, concern pinching his features. “What’s the matter?”

“F-freezing,” she stammered, rubbing her gloved hands together in a frantic attempt to feel them. What good were her powers now? No doubt Kjell would have been better off with a witch from the north who could withstand the arctic’s embrace. Maybe she needed to channel one of the fearsome frost giants.

He leaned down close to her ear. “A hut lies just ahead. Can you make it a short distance further?”

A hut? With a warm fire and hot coffee? The vision swam in her head, and she nodded eagerly. The movement made her reel, and she squeezed her eyes shut to stop the spinning.

Without words, Kjell swept her up into his arms.

She bit back a protest and rested her head against his chest. The thumping of his heart gentled her. Without any belabored breathing that she could detect, he carried her up the remainder of what she now realized was a steep incline.

The snow was deeper now and falling faster. Try as she might, Ursa distinguished no sign of a building ahead. A stand of evergreens was the only thing visible, boughs sagging from their icy burden.

As the hill crested, she made out an area that looked darker than the white surroundings. When they grew closer, a tremulous sigh escaped straight from her bones. A tiny hut nestled smack in the midst of the evergreens. In relief she melted against the warrior.

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Cheers & Happy Reading!Tuesday Tales
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

10 thoughts on “Tuesday Tales: Writing Fierce Snow

  1. carmens007

    Perfect description of a character freezing in the cold, unfriendly weather.
    I am familiar with a landscape/description like this. It fits reality around here.


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