PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
There’d been a fresh dusting of snow in the night, coating the grimy icebergs of the last fall, the one before that.
Sid edged along the sidewalk, past the boarded-up liquor store and Cal’s Gym, ‘Waterloo’s Oldest Boxing Establishment’ until the receivers came in last October. He and Cal had sunk a bottle of Macallan that night, glass after amber glass till they were snoring on the folding bed, overcoats as blankets. Cal left for Kansas the next day to live in his sister’s garage apartment.
All his old friends were gone now. Just him and the cold left.
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers. A day early this week, perhaps, but none the worse for that in my book. Write a tale and share but do read and comment on others too. Take a look-see here to find the blue frog. As the great Russell Gayer said, ‘The key to building an audience is reading and commenting on others’s work’.