Our gracious host, Rochelle, is asking us to get
creative in 100 words or less using the photo
seen below. Welcome to Friday Fictioneers.
This is where the prompt took me.

Francine sat at her laptop typing an email to her old friend – the usual stuff about grandchildren, her book club, recipes. Mid-sentence, she stopped abruptly; what was that word? It was there a second ago and now it’s gone. She quickly reread the last sentence, certain the memory would return. It didn’t. Francine’s shoulders slumped, and she sighed deeply, feeling strangely lost. Looking out her bedroom window, she was stunned to see it was encased in icy webs; March 27th and winter was still hanging on. She felt a chill, like the deep freeze of her mind was just beginning.

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100 Words
This is “White Out Conditions” by Bel Canto
Everything on The Elephant’s Trunk was created by me, unless otherwise indicated. Thanks for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.

When the mind stutters it needs a revitalised push, but how?
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Oh, those illusive words that knock on the door and then forget to enter the mind … and it’s happening more often these days, Nancy …
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Ooo i felt a chill reading this. A first sign of memory starting to go. Scary
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Great story (sad and could feel the late March chill) and I really like your image made with Perplexity
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