November brings darkness. The sheep are enclosed. Fishing will be good provided forgiving seas.
Women bide time knitting. The hardy jog in blizzards. The lonely drink.
Northern lights extend the horizon until the sun again conquers the mountaintops.
That day, we host neighbours for coffee and pancakes, savouring our endurance.
Râna is an editor from Montreal who lived in a small town in Iceland for nearly ten years. Her work has been longlisted for the Australian Writers’ Center’s Furious Fiction showcase and shortlisted for the New Writers Flash Fiction Competition. Her first publication credit is forthcoming with the 42 Stories Anthology.
Striking read. Thank you.
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So beautiful! You’ve captured a humble gratefulness that will soon be lost to the ages. Thank you for helping keep it alive.
Agreed!
I’m glad you feel that way, and you’re most welcome :-) Thanks for taking the time to comment.
This is absolutely gorgeous imagery and so immersive.
Finnian, I was so excited to see your name here…it’s like writing a play and being complimented on it by Shakespeare, haha ;-) Thank you for reading and leaving such a lovely comment.
Elegant and beautiful.
Thank you!
You really packed so much in such a short space. Lovely
Thanks. It means a lot to me that you stopped in here to comment.
You have captured so succinctly and beautifully the longings for spring during long and dark winters in northern countries. Congratulations!
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Excellent imagery!
I’m glad it spoke to you, thank you.
Beautiful! I can imagine I am there with the women, knitting, and also seeing the Northern Lights.
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Râna, as always, your writing is lyrical, so beautifully engaging. Thanks again and Cheers 😊
Thank you, Jerry!
Robust and resilient are those they make it to Spring. Wonderful!
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