Friday Fictioneers: A soft edge to Hetty’s world

PHOTO PROMPT submitted by Courtney Wright. © Photographer prefers to remain anonymous.


There was a dent in the hedgerow, a patch where the hawthorn had died. Enough space for Hetty to sit, knees drawn up against the wind, patched boots out of the wet.

Such a day for wind. Sharp as a knife, cold as the stolen glances she’d had from the Goodwives in the last village – worn to the bone baggages the lot, pinched tight as the buns on their heads. Pity the husbands.

A first snowflake fell. Soon a layer of downy white drifted in the trackways, softening the hard edges of wall and gatepost.

Sleep. Just for a while …


Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers. See the pic and write a tale and don’t forget to read and comment on the other stories. See here to find out how.