Fiction logo

Content warning

This story may contain sensitive material or discuss topics that some readers may find distressing. Reader discretion is advised. The views and opinions expressed in this story are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the official policy or position of Vocal.

The Frozen Lake

A Story Every Day in 2024 - Jan 12th 12/366

By Rachel DeemingPublished 5 months ago 3 min read
6
The Frozen Lake
Photo by Paxson Woelber on Unsplash

This story has been written in response to L.C. Schäfer's proposal to spend 2024 losing my mind...sorry, I mean, choosing to write a microfiction story every day, making 366 stories for every day of this lovely leap year. You can check her original story out here:

Prompt number twelve:

Write a story which includes a frozen lake.

***

Louella sat by the fire, trying to keep warm. The walls of the cabin were solid but still, the wailing whispers of the wind managed to slink their way in to coil around her frozen fingers and test her toes. She put down her quilt and laid her head back onto the firm comfort of her rocking chair.

She couldn't concentrate. She was too worried.

It had been hours now since Ben had left to look for his grandfather, her husband, Ed. Love of her life. Companion of fifty plus years. Her very essence now, they had shared so much. They were inextricably linked, like pages in a book, bound and pressed together, made of the same ink.

The blizzard had died but it was bitter with cold. Her nose was tight with it and her hair stiff. Frost skated crystals on the glass and her breath was almost opaque.

She hadn't been able to feel her toes properly for hours and got up to walk around. Was she brave enough to open the door? She tugged at the rope that served as a handle and with a creak, it opened.

The air was clear except for the tiny prickles of ice that catch the rare sunlight as it pierces the heaviness of winter cloud. She would normally revel in its beauty but today, they were like needles reminding her of the meanness of the day.

A streaked sunbeam split and shone so that she had to raise her hands to shield her indoor eyes. And there, on the lake, she could see a moving dot.

Slow. Heavy.

She stood, breath held, watching, the parasitic cold pinching her heat in her stillness.

The figure grew. The noise of dutiful trudging made crunches, and the sound of something being dragged swept through the snow.

It was two figures. One upright.

Ben.

And the other. Prostrate.

Ed.

They were close enough now for her to see. Ben's features were indiscernible but there was no missing the shaking of his head.

She did not rush to see her love. There was no point: he was gone from here. But he would be present for weeks in the ice barn.

***

366 words

I read a book called "The Ice Barn" by Ian Pateman some time ago, which I would thoroughly recommend and I have provided a link to it at the end.

In the book, people die in the harsh winter but as the ground is so hard, they cannot be buried and so, they get stored in the ice barn until spring. Macabre in some ways but the reality of life in colder climes before undertakers and their cold storage facilities.

As it's January, I wanted to write a story with a wintery feel and thought of frozen lakes although this story is less about the lake and more about people, I suppose.

For the list of prompts that L.C. has provided for January to get you moving, if you want to partake, go to the link below. It also provides links to everybody else who has joined in the challenge:

Here's the link to "The Ice Barn" as promised:

Thanks for stopping by. If you've read this story, please do leave a comment as I love to interact with my readers.

12/366

Short StoryPsychologicalMysteryMicrofictionLoveHistoricalfamilyCONTENT WARNING
6

About the Creator

Rachel Deeming

Storyteller. Poet. Reviewer. Traveller.

I love to write. Check me out in the many places where I pop up:

Medium

My blog

Reedsy

Linkedin

Goodreads

X

Facebook

Beware of imitators.

Reader insights

Nice work

Very well written. Keep up the good work!

Top insight

  1. Excellent storytelling

    Original narrative & well developed characters

Add your insights

Comments (7)

Sign in to comment
  • Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock5 months ago

    We actually endured something similar to this while serving churches in north central South Dakota. There was one year when the snow began falling in early October (beginning with a freezing rain that left a thick layer of ice over everything). It did not even begin to thaw until mid-Spring. In January, four out of five Saturdays we had blizzards with heavy snowfall. Two more Saturdays of the same in both February & March with the final blizzard the first Saturday in April. (Yep, we missed a lot of worship services that year.) Across the state we had nearly 100 inches of snow. We still had snow in the shelter belts in June. That year from December on we couldn't get into the cemeteries for burials. They all had to wait for the Spring thaw. (And let me just say, the groundhog definitely saw its shadow that year!)

  • Hannah Moore5 months ago

    The cold, the light, so beautifully described - and the harsh hardness of it all is so perfectly framed by it.

  • That was sooooo sad, both your story and that book 😭😭😭😭😭

  • L.C. Schäfer5 months ago

    Oh no, how did he die 😫

  • INTERSTING

  • VERY GOOD

Find us on social media

Miscellaneous links

  • Explore
  • Contact
  • Privacy Policy
  • Terms of Use
  • Support

© 2024 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.