This week Pegman takes us to Poisson-Blanc, Quebec, Canada.
Feel free to stroll around the area using the Google street view and grab any picture you choose to include in your post.
Author’s Note: Having experienced Our Light (both with the axe and without it) I meandered around Google Street view until finding the Lodowy HOTEL de Glace, which reminded me of a haunted version of that awesome Eagles song – “Hotel California”. As this week’s Friday Fictioneers had resulted in large collection of haunted stories, I steered my imagination along another path.
A FROZEN SOUL
Kelvin M. Knight
Snow falling on me. Snow melting into me, passing through me, until… until…
To experience death is to live.
These words come from a shadowy entrance. Shaking my head, I regard flickering flames of ice atop two lampposts.
To know suffering is to embrace life.
Flickering ice flames? I shudder. This snow has finally got to me. I am hallucinating. Yes, these terraced igloos are a mirage, induced by too much snow walking, too much snow talking.
Without hurt, joy is meaningless.
Covering my ears, I grind my teeth.
Without listening there is no hope; without understanding, love has no essence.
‘What?’ I scream. ‘Why!’
All comes from within.
Within the icy flames, yellow warmth flickers for a heartbeat. I gasp. I can no longer feel my heart beat. Falling backwards, I laugh and make a snow angel, larger than the one I am imagining in that entrance.
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