A Cold Encounter

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Such strange warmth for this time of year.
Ice is still thick on the lake, a dull mirror for the fog that hovers inches above the surface. Dense and disconcerting, it blurs the distinction between earth and sky and the shroud makes dusk of midday. What am I not supposed to see?
The silhouette of a vulture materializes across the field. Perched on the fencepost at the edge of the neighboring property, he sits far too close to the house.
Fear is illogical – death eaters consume only what is already gone.
Still, I shiver.
His stare is an icy blade.


Written in response to the February 15, 2018, flash fiction challenge at Carrot Ranch Communications

In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story on ice. It can be an event on ice, a game on ice or a drink on ice. Go where the prompt leads you.
Lisa A. Listwa is a self-employed writer with experience in education, publishing, and the martial arts. Believing there was more to life than punching someone else’s time clock and inspired by the words of Henry David Thoreau, she traded her life as a high school educator for a life as a writer and hasn’t looked back. She is mother to one glorious handful of a daughter, wife to the nicest guy on the planet, and reluctant but devoted owner of three Rotten Cats. You can find her adventures and thoughts on living life deliberately here on the blog.

10 thoughts on “A Cold Encounter

    1. The vulture part is BOTS. I was working on the icy, foggy lake thing and got a bit stuck. I went out for a while, and on my way home actually saw a huge vulture sitting on a post like that at the edge of the cornfield near our house. He was…huge. I got a photo, but it was way too grainy to use. So thanks to Mr. Vulture, I was able to finish my flash! And who knows…maybe use it to start something longer.

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