Friday Fictioneers – February 9, 2018 – Photo by JS Brand
Escaping Paradise
After shoveling almost a foot of snow in negative temperatures, she was ready to give it all up. It’s not to say that she didn’t love growing up with all of the seasons, but as she heaved with burning lungs, she was ready to escape the snow.
She sold everything and flew down to the lowest point of the country where one could easily escape their life by boat. As she sailed, she found herself reading novels about real weather. And the longer she stayed in paradise, the more she longed shoveling snow. Now she was ready to escape paradise. (100 words)
Writing In The Deep 
The snow if always whiter ……..
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So true
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is not if
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Somehow, that’s how it always works… We want what we don’t have or think we want something but not really! As I just came in from shovelling, I can sooooo understand the Snowbirds 😉
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I wrote it after shoveling a lot of snow. I grew up in snow until the age of 9 when we moved to Florida. After a few years, I missed the snow. After shoveling today, I miss the beach.
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I feel ya. SO much!
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Ha ha – a case of ‘be careful what you wish for’!
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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I’d swap the snow and cold for some sun right now 🙂
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It snowed here for a few minutes the other day – first time in years. I really need to build a snowman!
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We do that all the time here – in summers we swear winters are better and of course in winters the sun is never as hot 😀 A realistic take on the prompt.
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There’s no place like home.
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Paradise is what you make it, I guess.
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