Title: Snow Slide Survival
Source: Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Nails on a chalkboard. Awake, I scanned my cold, empty room. Green alarm clock lights displayed 3:03. Experience said there was no chance of falling into a restless sleep. A noise from the street below echoed scars from my dream and shook the night’s unusual stillness. Beyond my window, streetlights illuminated snowflakes performing detached dances.
Snowplow, my mind decoded.
I considered my options and opted for the least obvious. It didn’t take long to dress and descend into ankle deep oblivion. Buffered silence swaddled my anguish as I walked deserted streets to reluctantly face the reality of being alone again.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
Jo Hawk 
Really enjoyed this!
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Thank you. ❤
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Wonderful read! Will definitely be back to read more.
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I am honored and look forward to seeing you around.
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you have captured that stillness and silent echoes so poignantly. love the hush of your words.
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I am delighted by your words, Gina. Thank you. 🙏
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my pleasure Jo. it was a beautiful read
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Love, love, LOVE this! I, too, sometimes wander out into the snowy night. Beautiful job!
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So happy this piece struck a chord with you, Nancy. Thanks for reading. ❄
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The screaming silence is wonderfully atmospheric. I thought of Munch’s painting
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What an interesting connection, Neil. Munch’s Scream does depict a silent desperation. 😱
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Very real, touching and poignant story.
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I am delighted with your kind words, Sadje.
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You’re welcome Jo!
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Very good!! I could feel like I was right there!
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Thank you, my friend.
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You are very welcome! 🙂
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Love, love, LOVE this! I, too, love to venture out on a dark, snowy night.
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Thank you my friend. There is something special about those nights.
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I especially enjoy, even though it’s grim, the scene you’ve created. Dark room, lack of sleep, green lights, snow outside “detached.” I can imagine waking in this way, too. To say the least, evocative work.–Christopher
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Ha. This is what I get for writing late at night. I am glad you enjoyed it none the less. 👍
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What a wonderful evocation of loneliness (or alone-ness?). I like your style very much.
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Thank you for your kind words, Eugenia.🙏
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That last line is fabulous, especially “buffled silence swaddled my anguish.”
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I am glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading. ❤
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I like to think her walk in the snow will give her some peace, help her clear her head and realise alone is not always so awful. Wonderful writing, Jo
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Thank you, Dale. ❤
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