Jack Frost


A piece of flash fiction that I wrote and that appears on line today for anyone who reads this on December 16th.

Something very unchristmassy !

December 1967- the bumpy shell of the golf ball cracked and spewed out a tight bundle of rubber bands like the ones in the post office. The bands made them fly and get lost in the bluebell wood. There weren’t any bluebells now though, just a floor of rusty leaves stuck together with frost and coated with icing sugar. No sign of the flasher in the woods though. It was too cold for him today.



Filed under creativity, flash fiction, on line publishing, stories, words, writer, writing

7 responses to “Jack Frost

  1. Ah, so you were disappointed the flasher didn’t show? Nice, surprising story. Very descriptive. I guess you have taken a golf ball apart in the past? Love the description of the woods and leaves.

  2. exiledprospero

    Poor ecdysiast Jack.

  3. This served its purpose. I want to read more.

  4. Hey! This is my first comment here so I just
    wanted to give a quick shout out and say I really enjoy reading through your blog
    posts. Can you suggest any other blogs/websites/forums
    that go over the same subjects? Thanks a ton!

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