The fog and sleet haven’t let up since we departed Per’s Point. This far north, the sun is never more than a few inches off the horizon, for a few hours at a time. Had we chosen Midsummer, we’d have had near 24-hour sun.
But transport would’ve been problematic.
One mid-sized Dwarf Diamond would’ve set us up for life. Greedy, we stole a bagful while the dwarves hibernated, and thought to escape by sea.
Lilianne’s fallen asleep as I write this letter, here on our ice floe. I’ll join her soon.
The diamonds weren’t cursed, but we surely are.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2018)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (02/15/2018): In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story on ice. It can be an event on ice, a game on ice or a drink on ice. Go where the prompt leads you.