COLD TEARS

COLD TEARS

They huddled closer together as the roar passed overhead. The stone walls of the barn did little to protect them from the frost outside. Their breaths formed white clouds in the air, their cold tears stung their faces.

They heard an explosion in the distance. Then a series of cracks like gunfire. They had come far, but the fighting was following them. They would have to leave the barn soon and carry on west.

She looked into her daughter’s eyes. She saw her husband’s features in her young face and wondered if she would ever see him again. She apologised again for bringing her daughter into this world.


Copyright Lisa Fox

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visiHERE.

64 responses to “COLD TEARS”

  1. You give us a little glimpse of the almost unimaginable suffering of refugees in wartime. I like the way you use the daughter’s appearance to make the family bonds vivid. The title is excellent, too.

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  2. A timely write, Iain. I can’t begin to imagine their fear.
    I remember when we had to go to a shelter during a severe hurricane here in Florida.
    The building shook and the wind was frightening. You captured that feeling in this story.
    Isadora 😎

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  3. I can imagine the fear and despair. Also the guilt she’s feeling about not being able to protect her child from it all. An undeserved guilt, but I understand it would feel that way. Well told.

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