#WritePhoto Midwinter Moments

December 28, 2017 — #writephoto, darkness, fiction #writephoto, light, New Year, short fiction

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After work we walked down to the shore to watch the sun set on the shortest day of the year. We were looking for comfort as the calendar told us to begin a new year. The resolutions we made in the past have been leading us to this point. Our point had no point, our days had no joy, and our business had lost a reason to be of service. We had become the victims of habit, impulse, drudgery and slothful thinking. Time had become flat and meaningless.

My sister asked me if I thought we would survive the winter.  I answered honestly that I was not so sure we could.  When she trembled and asked if I believed in luck and fate I told her I did not put much stock in luck.  Fate is another matter, because we can not know our fate.  We do fashion our own good fortune or lack thereof when we create our self image.  We waited by the water and watched the light of the sun sink into the horizon while I wondered how I could change our luck, in which I had just claimed to have no belief.  After dark I whispered to her, “All our needs are easily met.” The moon rose, shining brightly on the path to our home.  Our spirits lifted and we felt a surge of bliss.  We harvested hope in the night that would last all year. We floated home on a cloud of new optimism.

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This short story is based on the photo prompt on this weeks’ Echo by Sue Vincent.  She inspires us every Thursday with a new photo to which we respond with poetry or prose, comedy or dark dystopian drama.  This group is diverse, bringing a talented response to the snapshot of the moment.  Join us to read, comment, or submit your own response here.  Thanks for stopping by today.