Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Mill in Winter

Thanks to all who stopped by to join in last Wednesday!

Here's hoping some of you might join me in posting a story with a picture for Wednesday Wit and Wisdom.  The challenge is to post a picture, then write a short story or a poem about the picture.  When you have your story written, you can link up for others to read.  Feel free to also add your picture and story to another link of your choice. The link up is on my WWW page here.


Here's my picture for this week, and the little story that goes along with it.

Sally just had to get into town, so she drove the treacherous road from her home in the country. The snow was falling over and creating drifts on top of the ice that had formed during the night. Suddenly in an open area, her car was pushed by the wind into a ditch. Try as she might, she was unable to get enough traction with the car to navigate back onto the road. The battery was wearing down, and her cell phone was out of service.

Probably not the smartest decision, Sally stepped out of the car into the snow and started to walk along the road, suddenly remembering that there was an old mill not far away where she might seek shelter. At least there she could get out of the weather until the snow storm passed. She trudged through the snow along the creek to the old mill.

At the back of the building, a small door to the inside was unlocked, so she went inside. The odor of old grain and feed sacks wafted in the air. To her right was a small fireplace with just a few logs stacked inside. Her hand felt frozen inside her gloves, and she shivered at the cold of the long-abandoned building. Looking through old jars and cans stacked on the shelves near the fireplace, she found some matches. Picking up an old paper feed sack, she tore it into pieces that would get the fire started, and within a short time the fire was roaring and giving her some heat to warm her hands.

Within a half hour after the fire was started, she heard the sound of snowmobiles outside the mill. Friends and family had come to her rescue her, first seeing the smoke from the chimney to alert them. They were definitely a welcome sight for Sally.

This picture is of a painting by my friend Jane Drynan.

No it's your turn....got a picture that tells a story? Please join in and share with others.

Linda Kay

13 comments:

eileeninmd said...

It is a lovely painting of the mill. Great story with a happy ending. Enjoy your day!

Mascha said...

Lovely picture and a good story. It must be wonderful to have family and friends come to help -

eViL pOp TaRt said...

I enjoyed your story! And it's a lovely picture!

TexWisGirl said...

very nice. lots of sensory triggers in this. :)

Josie Two Shoes said...

A beautiful painting, and a scenario all to familiar to me, having grown up in the brutal winters of South Dakota. She was indeed very lucky that she got safely to the mill, found the means to start a fire, and was quickly rescued.

Romi C said...

I like the beautiful painting.
I'm glad that Sally was safe.

William Kendall said...

It reminds me of old mills in this part of the continent. Good narrative to go along with it!

Amy at love made my home said...

What a great story and a great picture too! xx

The Yum List said...

First paragraph had me hooked and wondering immediately what was in store for the protagonist in this story.

Janie Junebug said...

That's a sweet story. We all want to know that someone would rescue us. One night I felt very sick. Willy Dunne Wooters came over to get soup and other comfort foods for me. God bless 'im.

Love,
Janie

Mike said...

That picture is a look at things to come for you in Texas. Next month. Who says climate change isn't real?

Gail said...

Amazing picture and the story is perfect.

Thanks for you happy wishes.

Rory Bore said...

A beautiful painting by your friend! it reminds me of an old mill in my hometown. And you did a perfect little story to go with it.

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