A frostbitten heart

Image: Pixabay

Each time the snow fell, covering the land in ankle deep crunch, she went looking. And when ice turned the world to a hard snap, she searched then too.

She looked for the lamppost’s prism of glass, for dancing shadows falling on iron earth, for the faun and his parcels of paper and string.

Standing under heavy white firs, she listened for the chatter of beavers, for the sleigh bells’ frosty chime. 

Always Winter, never Christmas.

The lack of magic became a physical pain, as if the cold had bitten her heart, broken it into glassy shards. Even the brilliant snow held no pleasure for her, as if it was already easing to slush.

She’s old now, still searching. Still driven on by that frostbitten heart. But sometimes, as she plants a powdery kiss on my cheek, I smell rosewater and lemons

and I wonder…


For those unfamiliar with the references, do take a look here.

I’m unsure if this is a cautionary tale about fruitlessly seeking magic in a world where none remains, or one cautioning against giving up hope too soon. You decide.

That’s it from me until after Christmas. As you read this I’ll be at work, selling holly and ivy and glitter to the good folk of Bristol.

Happy Christmas all and see you once the glorious madness is over.


Friday Fictioneers: Sparkle

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

All existence was slate to him now.

The pressing clouds. The lake veined with ripples and reflected woodland. The lawn, preserved in ice. His own body – heavy, cold, grey. Even his heart felt sluggish, the beat glacial slow.

A flicker out on the water caught his eye. A glow – soft as candlelight – danced towards him. The ice, the sky, the dull, flat water, all shimmered gold and silver, sparkling.

A sigh of music, a sweet song of family from long ago, caught on the breeze and was gone. Through tears, he reached towards the light.

And was home.


Written for Rochelle Wisoff’Field’s Friday Fictioneers. Write a story based on the prompt photo, share, read others and enjoy. See here to join in.

Weird Christmas Podcast

Yes, I know.

I can hear you all muttering. Bonfire Night was only a couple of weeks ago. The scent of gunpowder lingers, back note to the usual autumn perfume of mulch and dozing hedgehogs. You’re still fishing spent fireworks out of your fish pond and your lawn’s not yet recovered from an over-enthusiastic fire that was lit to bake potatoes and melt marshmallows and almost led to next door’s shed going up.

And here I am adding to festive sofa ads, towers of Quality Street tins clogging the supermarket aisles and your smug friend telling you how she’s already bought and wrapped all her presents.

Yes, the season of legitimised breakfast alcohol and all things sprout and raisin is weeks away, yet over at Weird Christmas.com everyday is Christmas, as everyday is seriously weird.

I recently found Craig Kringle’s site through a writing competition – came for the Weird Comp, stayed for the Victorian cards featuring dead robins.

Craig also has a podcast and today I found this gorgeous early festive treat – Santa is a Hallucinogenic Mushroom. Santa, shamans and fly agaric fungi in one post, just fantastic.

Enjoy. And a Merry Weird Christmas to you.