White flakes floated gently down from the dark skies above. As they settled, the landscape outside Corrina’s window took on a pale gray tone. The monochromatic display in front of her would have been a pleasant sight if it were Christmas time. The calendar on the wall showed July. Corrina realized she should have evacuated with the rest of the town after the volcano exploded but she wouldn’t abandon her elderly mother who was too weak to move.
“Is that snow falling?” asked her mother from her bed
“Yes mamma,” she replied as she watched the approaching firestorm. “It’s snow.”
Word Count: 100
[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less.]
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Oh… I so hope they survive this “snow” storm!
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I hope they’ve got plenty of supplies in and the weight doesn’t collapse the roof. I was very close to writing an “ash-fall” story myself.
And thanks for the title – I’ve got Die Hard going round in my head now 🙂
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LOL… sorry for the earworm.
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Such a heartbreaking lie… I hope they can get out of there in one (healthy) piece, eventually.
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Sinister twist you took with this one. I like that she’s comforting her mother right up what seems sure to be the end.
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Thanks. It’s a story that hits very close to home right now.
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Very well written, poignant story.
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Thank you. 🙂
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You’re welcome. 😊
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My heart goes out to them.
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Sometimes a lie is the greatest kindness
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So reminiscent of how it must have been at Pompeii.
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Yeah, that crossed my mind. Not sure if they had the opportunity to evacuate though.
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I can only imagine the daughter’s fear. I’m left hoping they manage to survive and her mother never has to know what happened.
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Hey, nice to see you back. What a sacrifice she’s making for her dying mother. Snow indeed . . . I hope the end is swift. I guess that’s all you could wish in a such a situation. Great write!
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Thank you Amanda. Good to see you too. 🙂
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😊
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Nice twist on the snow prompt. A touching sacrifice.
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Thanks. 🙂
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Oh, this broke my heart. Well done.
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Thank you.
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Can one survive a firestorm? I hope so – they both deserve to.
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I hope so too but I fear their chances are slim at best. 😦
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Good story of love and loyalty. One can feel the quiet resignation as daughter accepts whatever comes.
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Thank you.
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What a horrible fate and a heroic, loving daughter. Great story, and nice to see you around.
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Thanks Gabi. Nice to see you again too. 🙂
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Ahhh, that’s heartbreaking…but a really lovely and nuanced take on an impending doom.
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how poignant, allowing her mother to believe it was something magical happening and staying with her till the end. Christmas in July- well in the southern hemisphere maybe and they have volcanoes there too!
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A loyal and loving daughter keeping her mother stress-free by concealing the severity of the situation. An intense write with a soft blanket of love. Nicely done …
Isadora 😎
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Thank you Isadora. There are parallels in my life right now to this story.
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Such a poignant and heartbreaking story.
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Thank you.
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