Fevered – Alastair’s Photo Fiction

Here is my offering for Alastair’s Photo Fiction this week, inspired by the photo below.  Why not take part? And why not visit his photography and writing blog to take a look at his other photos…?

Copyright - Kattermonran

Copyright – Kattermonran

– Fevered –

I will never reach the end – the heat will sear me like meat on a spit. I imagine my hair crackling and frizzing, my skin crisping.

We are all but flesh.

I pause, blinking against the searing sweat flooding my eyes. The sting takes me back to a buried schoolgirl memory; a cross-country run in freezing January, the finale a lung-bursting incline to the crematorium.  The irony is not lost on me.

I would kill for that biting wind, for breath torn from my chest in frozen gasps, for skin encased with gooseflesh. Now all we have is a furious orange sun, farther away from our planet than ever, yet burning us alive latitude by latitude.

Winter is a myth.

I wipe my eyes against a sweat-soaked shirtsleeve and resume my climb. 

16 thoughts on “Fevered – Alastair’s Photo Fiction

      1. You’re welcome. When I first started doing this, I never knew whether it was going to take off or not. I thought it would go for a little while and then peter off. It’s been 23 weeks now. Nearly half a year. I am impressed with how it is going 🙂 Thanks to people like you Freya – which incidentally is what my daughter was going to be called until there were quite a few in this area, so we put it as one of her middle names.

      2. Yes, it is quite a big thing, to put yourself out there and promote yourself. Especially when there are a number of larger and older writing prompts out there which have gathered a head of steam and have more than one person doing the admin behind the scenes.
        As for the name, it’s in my family and actually not the name I was given at birth… I have adopted it as my nom de plume 🙂 It was (one of) my maternal grandmother’s middle names.

      3. It is a nice name – beauty, love and unbridled passion. After my daughter was born, I said that if she came back with unbridled passion before the age of 16, I’d kill her 😆 She’s 15 at the moment, so I think she’s safe

  1. This reminds me of a wonderful episode of Star Trek (one of the series with Piccard as captain). He was sort of infused with a memory chip of a dying planet that was consumed by heat. He ended up living a lifetime in a manner of minutes.

    I can imagine your story as part of that planets’ history. Nicely done.

    Sometimes, for me it is easier to continue a story than start a new one. I have a few going. The Vampire one with Alastair, one for another prompt site called The Sunday Whirl. And a few that have stalled along the way. It is as Alastair says a matter of where the prompt leads. Thanks for stopping by 🙂

    1. Thank you, Jules. I’ve not seen the newer Star Treks – I’m more of an old school fan from the 70s and 80s! It’s funny, I tend ot go blank when just given titles, or a deadline to work towards. I’d rather just writes as the muse takes me, in that kind of situation. Continuing a story sounds like fun 🙂

    1. I hope it’s not that hot! Any visit I make to your end of the world will be in your winter, otherwise I will spend my whole time lying in a cold bath 🙂
      Thank you – I’m glad you enjoyed it!

      1. That’s right all you peaches and cream complexioned folk had best come in winter, summer is hot, and we still can’t win the cricket.

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