Frozen Shades



It was deceptive, that clear afternoon. Sun setting beneath forested horizons, blanketing the landscape in a vibrancy that only appears in the crisp evenings of autumn. Sparse wisps of clouds dotted the sky, glowing with the deep purples, pinks, oranges.

River reflected the nightly show, a panorama of effervescent shades parading their nocturnal dance. As the colors faded and lavender turned to navy, the chill set in. Blades of grass, the veins of leaves, instantly collected the frosty dew. My breath a mist of white dust settling.

That moment between day and night that freezes time, an eerie stillness.

This blog post is part of Charli Mill’s Flash Fiction Challenge issued by Carrot Ranch CommunicationsNovember 3, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a frozen story. Is the weather the source of freezing or is a character frozen by emotion or lack of it? It can also be a moment frozen in time. What does it reveal?


12 thoughts on “Frozen Shades

  1. A beautiful description with a lovely choice of words. I especially like the summing up in your final sentence, that “eerie stillness” between day and dark. Very evocative.

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