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 a picture that tells a story? Please join in and share with others.

Linda Kay
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