Microfiction: Snow

For the Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. A short story in 98 words.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter


Snow fell thick and fast. It had been falling for days now and the city was smothered beneath a cold white blanket. If anyone knew how long it would last, they weren’t saying. She pulled the curtains tight closed and sat on the floor with her back against the tepid radiator. Fuel was rationed, and the white flakes still fell. She refused to think about what would happen when the hot water ceased pumping through the pipes, when her stores ran out and she would have to brave the streets in search of groceries. And this was August.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

61 thoughts on “Microfiction: Snow”

      1. hmmm … 2041 …. I’d be … hang on, need my toes and an extra set …. I’d be 72ish …. and since it’s always a surprise to make it another year? LOL …. either way, I’m not sure I really care any more ….. none of this jaunting about on this blue-green marble is going to end well ….. for us “humans” …. the planet will just cycle along its paces …. but we? well, best not to dwell too long there.

      2. My mother only made 69 so I should be gone well before, but you never know, unkind fate and all that. No doubt the most worthy and wealthy will have their bunkers sorted out before then.

      3. anything is possible and one can never know when one’s time is truly up …. either way, come hell or high water, the future, despite the best of efforts and groupings, isn’t looking all that “green” on the other side of the fence.

      1. I agree. In Eneana there’s a country that suffers a severe drought, long enough to bring down a great empire. But somehow a long winter feels even worse to me; more claustrophobic and isolating.

      1. That’s certainly true. I think the problem the deniers have is accepting the human involvement in climate change. If it’s a natural cycle, like the ice ages, we can’t hold ourselves responsible. Evidence that we are causing the ice caps to melt is brushed aside.

  1. This is what will happen to the UK if the Gulf Stream moves through global warming – may we all be gone by then. Or be able to move to Spain 🙂 Very well told, Jane – perfect tone, pace and detail. Just enough to give us the atmosphere of hopelessness needed. Lovely

  2. I can’t even begin to imagine snow in August (usually our hottest, triple digits temps with near to triple digit humidity). Sounds like nuclear winter for sure… Great story!

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