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 the outside of these beautiful terraced igloos in A Frozen Soul, I was compelled to go inside. This is what I found.
A WELCOMING SOUL
by
Kelvin M. Knight
She welcomed them whether they scowled or simpered, whether they groaned or moaned. She welcomed them whether their boots were muddy or icy. She welcomed them no matter how tired she felt.
Smiling good-naturedly, she took their coats, shook the snow from them, made compliments on their choice of headwear.
When they said nothing, when looks of suspicion darkened their eyes, she weaved amongst them, sparking conversations about the recent snowstorm, the frailty of the arts. Once these tidbits were gone, she gulped, and, arms trembling, proffered the sermon schedule she’d worked on for months.
‘Journeying from the first to the second stage of life?’ A senior churchwarden sneered.
Scoffs raged into discontent. Sighing, she turned to her dying fire, formed a cross from twigs and a log. When the flames danced, she nodded and said, ‘Before beginning, let’s say Saint Paul’s grace.’
She turned.
Her house was empty.
(150 words)
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Kelvin M. Knight 
She radiates warnth amd welcome and receives only rejection. A sad outcome that
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Sadness seems to go hand in hand with joy in the church. Thanks for commenting, Lynn.
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My pleasure 🙂
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Wow -that’s a completely unexpected twist. Good write!
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Thank you lavmuses, for reading and enjoying and commenting 🙂
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That’s a very interesting reworking of the story.
Taking the triptych as a whole, I’m now thinking that it’s about the wonder of revelation being stifled by the formalism of an established church. The light brings healing. The light brings hope. The light brings love. The established church don’t want to know and leave.
On a personal note, I hope you’re feeling better today; I haven’t seen anything from you on FF this week, and I’m disappointed! With best wishes
Penny
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Thank you, Penny, that is very astute of you. I had not intended to write a triptych – indeed I had to look the word up – but I can see now how what you say fits, which is really really interesting. I am glad you read my sneaky re-working, I didn’t want to be too explicit but in the end felt it was best.
As for FF this week, I am commenting on every story I spot coming through my feed, but I have not yet clicked the Blue Frog and read and commented on every story from the beginning going forwards, or the end going backwards, using whatever pattern I opt for, odd numbered stories first then even numbered stories.
As for writing a story or two or three, I am sorry to disappoint you, I do hope to but it was incredibly busy yesterday, today, and over the weekend, and I am desperately trying to turn two full blown short stories sparked from flash fiction stories I’ve written over the summer and in response to the FF prompt and WPS prompt into a licked flash fiction story for a competition whose deadline is imminent.
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Licked should of course be linked
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It was the writing I was missing. Some of your stories are terrific!
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Only some?! 🙃 Thanks for you writerly vote of confidence, Penny 💕🖌🖋📝
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Hmm. Possibly your axe metaphor was right after all.
This post clarifies that you’re referring to the Christian faith, and I note that once again you use the word “croaked” for speech by a believer.
As a triptych, these stories convey your meaning, I think.
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Thank you again, Penny, for reading and commenting. You comments are so insightful. I really appreciate them.
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Sounds like they didn’t like her booklets, despite being given a soulful welcome, Doe’s her house always empty so quickly, I’m feeling sad for her……
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Me too, Ivor. Probably because my mood was sad yesterday and is continuing that way today. Thanks for reading. And commenting.
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Don’t like you in a sad mood, hope you’re ok, otherwise you’ll end up sad and moody like Ivor, I suggest some of the oldest Beatles songs, “I Wanna Hold Your Hand”…….
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I am as okay s I can be at the moment, Ivor. There’s a lot going on that is taking a little bit of a toll. But that’s okay. Thanks for the Beatles hint. I’ll add them to my playlist when I sit down to write after lunch.
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Take it easy mate, look after yourself.
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