This week’s photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers comes courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The pair of them drift through the endless winter months as repeated ice storms keep them indoors, throwing into bold and painful relief the space once occupied by a third member of the household.
Today, the child stands by the window and moves to place her palm on the frosted glass.
“No,” says the grandmother sharply, “it will burn.”
“I need to see,” the child whispers, wincing with pain as the snow-laden garden is revealed through a tiny handprint on the glass.
The grandmother pauses; then sighs.
“Perhaps we both do,” she says, extending the peep-hole with her own wrinkled hand.
I’m on a limited internet facility for the next four weeks, (Tenerife) so I might not be able to comment so widely as I normally do. However, I’ll endeavour to return the favour for all who visit here. 🙂