Friday Fictioneers – Skiing in the rain

Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!

PHOTO PROMPT © SUSAN EAMES

Skiing in the rain

“Comment as-tu su que je suis Anglais?” I demanded of the bus driver.

He shrugged.

“Only the English go skiing in the rain.”

It wasn’t actually raining, and at the base station it was snowing thinly. The button lift was steep, seven hundred metres at forty-five degrees. You might call it exhilarating; I called it scary. I dismounted, scrambled a turn, caught an edge and tumbled.

Ow! My ankle burned.

Mobile phone.

Bother! It’s still by the bed.

“Only the English…” I thought, gazing round the deserted piste.

Balancing on one leg, it was a long, painful, exhausting journey down…

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Friday Fictioneers – A Winter Romance

Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz (the blue frog) on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!

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PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg

A Winter Romance

“Father. I’ve fallen in love.”

Prince Brodigen looked apprehensively at his father, King Blacktooth the Ferocious, who grunted, “You would.”

“The thing is, I don’t know her name. I met her skiing. She’s beautiful!”

“That’s what your cousin thought about Cinderella, and look how that turned out. In-laws were a nightmare.”

The young prince took his courage in both hands.

“I’m glad you mentioned Cinderella…”

“Oh, for goodness sake don’t tell me you’ve got her glass slipper.”

“Why would she need a glass slipper on the ski slope?”

With a flourish, Prince Brodigen displayed a lurid, knitted woollen hat.

“Tada!”