Creative Writing, Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers: My Comfort

Happy Friday everyone! If you’re a regular follower you’ve probably already caught me…today isn’t actually Friday (I’m going to pre-date this post). We’ve had a rough week at home with C. We spent the earlier part of the week trying to recover from being sick and the latter part of the week dealing with the worst sleep and behavior issues we’ve ever encountered with our daughter. I posted earlier in the week about the importance of taking time for yourself. I could not have made it through this week without that little break. Having said that, I’ve been participating in Friday Fictioneers led by a local (to me) author Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Every week she posts a photo prompt and challenges bloggers to think creatively to write short (100 word) stories inspired by the photo. This week’s photo was taken (and also created) by Claire Fuller. This week I present to you: “My Comfort“.

copyright-claire-fullerPhoto Credit: Claire Fuller

“My Comfort”

It was a dark, cold, lonely winter evening as we drove through the snow-covered hills trying to find a place to call home for the night.

Low on gas but high on faith, we were certain we’d find something before total darkness blinded our path.

Out of nowhere a deer darted mere inches away from us. She swerved to avoid it plunging the car off the side of the hill and into a pocket of snow.

Darkness fell upon us and there we were.


It was at that point that I realized all we really had in this life was each other.

She was my rock, my comfort.

16 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: My Comfort”

  1. not fun being stuck in the dark especially during the winter…um, who exactly was driving? a bit unsure who that character is but overall, you did a great job. ❤

    1. I tried to be intentionally vague with “her” because I wanted people to draw their own connections. “She” could be anyone. (If that makes sense :)).

  2. Dear “Ordinary”
    A couple of winters ago I came so close to hitting a deer I could see her hair patterns on her side. Vivid story although I wasn’t quite sure who “she” was. I’m assuming wife or mother. “Low on gas but high on faith…” I like that.

    1. They really do. I was flying on an airplane a while back and something happened with the break system (I’m not really sure exactly what it was). We had been told that we were making our final approach into KC and started the landing process and then quickly went back up into the clouds again (the plane was picking up speed). A good while went by (much longer than it should have) and we were still in the air when I started to realize that something was not right. I actually started crying in my seat and the only thing I could think of was how much I loved my family and how I didn’t want anything to happen because I just wanted more time with my daughter. She shouldn’t have to grow up without a mother. Thankfully we were able to land and when we made our way onto the runway we were escorted by emergency vehicles. Everything ended up being fine and relatively drama free but, as a passenger who knew very little about planes, it was one of those moments for me. After we landed safely, they told us what had happened. Scary.

  3. I like the way you worked the rock into the ending of the story and that he came to the realization of what was important (and they didn’t even have to have an accident to get there!!

    Just a small item–“a mere inch” or “mere inches”, not “a mere inches”. :-)\\janet

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