Like an apparition a deserted tea house appeared. I approached, the door swung open and there stood a short man with a benign face and goat like legs in trousers.
“It’s a blizzard; I can’t find my way back to the snow lodge.”
“Come in, I’m Melvin and I am happy I have another soul staying.” he said.
The log fire melted the icicles on my cheeks as I sipped a needed hot cup of tea.
“Where are the others?” I asked as I put the sulfur smelling tea down.
“They’re here, no one leaves,” he said amusingly. (98 words)
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.
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