Snow falls on us both; cooling your skin, cooling my diminishing rage.
Your body heat (what remains of it) is gently stolen by each floating flake. The delicate crystals landing on your upturned face thaw and liquefy, pooling around your eyes and mixing with the blood there.
These pools fill; overflow. Pale, sin-tinted water trails your cheeks, pink wintery tears that flow and bead on each earlobe. Icicles like rose diamond earrings.
As the snow falls, it covers. Covers your blood like I never hit you. Covers your body like you never existed.
Covers my footsteps as I walk away.
100 words.
Ugh, I am a terrible blogger/wannabe writer/person (probably) at the moment (always). Found it very hard to get motivated to write anything, and am only managing a few short posts each week… perhaps its impending 40-year-oldness? On this topic, I saw this tweet today, and it was so personally poignant I laughed out loud (died inside):
People say you are what you eat, but I don’t remember eating someone in their thirties who hadn’t accomplished any of their dreams.
— Sarcasticsapien (@Sarcasticsapien) May 19, 2015
Ha ha ha. Good times.
Anyway, a short and bleak 100 words for you today – make of it what you will, but let me know what you think!
As always, this is part of Friday Fictioneers, and you can click here for the rest of the stories!
Cheers
KT
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Macabre… but easy to get covered with snow.. I like ‘sin-tinted waters’ & ‘wintery tears’. Does she get found out?
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Thanks – I was pretty happy with those two phrases.
As for what happens after… I might leave that to the readers. 🙂
Cheers
KT
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Liked this a lot!
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Awesome! Thanks for reading 🙂
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So, you are confessing to a murder!!! I’m outa here!
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Don’t worry Rosey, this is mostly fiction. I can honestly swear I have never ever been in the snow.
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U added to the chill of the snowy landscape ! 🙂
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Wonderful story. You almost make murder/manslaughter sound quite beautiful, the way you describe the aftermath!
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He seems to uncaring not to get caught.
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sin-tinted water – lovely line. This is poetic in its aloofness.
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Wow, this great, KT!! One of my favs from you. Poetic, tight and I didn’t expect the ending. it stung a bit.
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Sometimes when I’m reading one FF story after another, I forget who I’m reading and have to scroll up to find out. I always know who it is when I’m reading one of yours, KT, and this is no exception. Stunning stuff, particularly the rose earring bit. Thanks.
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Hi Sandra – very kind 🙂
I’m really tickled about your comment too – I *hope* you’re able to tell its one of mine by its ‘voice’. I’ve read authorial Voice isn’t something you can create, but that it develops over time & through writing. I’m thrilled if you think it’s noticeable:)
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‘Quality’ was what I had in mind. For me, ‘voice’ can be changeable depending on POV. But I’ll bear what you said in mind.
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Well can’t complain about that either 🙂
Thanks
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This is brilliant!
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hawwww, a little on the scarier side
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Dear KT,
I can’t say it much better than Sandra. Quality writing is what I expect when I come here and I’ve yet to be disappointed.
40? I remember thinking that was old. Nah. It’s the beginning of maturity when you can look back and glean from your life experience. The best is yet to come, my friend.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I like the snow covering evidence idea but I can’t see it working for long.
Good piece.
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Wow, this was a stunner! So poetically written, but the subject matter…how awful. You really left an impression on me with this one!
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Deadly and beautiful – just like snow itself. Powerful writing.
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Beautifully deadly!
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Beautiful horror. Very unique, like an aesthetical celebration of cold murder.
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Gruesome. This one is brutally wonderful. 🙂
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Excellent choice of words. “Sin tinted water” could be interpreted a couple of ways–from his perspective as something the victim did wrong and is paying dearly for, or for the sin of murder. I agree with Sandra and Rochelle as to the quality of your work. It is recognizable and stands above the crowd.
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Loved this. A writer after my own heart. Intriguing start to something, maybe.
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Very poetic, your story has that special horrific beauty that just draws you in.
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What a moment you’ve captured. The delicacy of your images contrasts sharply with the horror of the scene. And he’s an enigmatic character – I almost feel sorry for him.
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This is really well done. “Icicles like rose diamond earrings” is my favorite line.
The contrasts are striking, e.g., red blood/white snow, heat/cold. Although you keep the setting vague, you achieve total effect in evoking a wintry feel.
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