On Wednesday’s, Delores, from Under The Porch Light, has a meme which she calls
“Words for Wednesday”.
She puts up a selection of six words which we then use in a short story, or a poem.
I’m hopeless at poetry so I always do a story.
It’s a fun challenge…why not join in?
This week's words are:
we also have a phrase...."a brittle cold that snapped the twigs of trees like old men's bones"
and a photo.
Here is my moment in time:
I stood on the bank of the deserted, dry riverbed cleaning smudges off my spectacles. My camera was ready, facing east, the tripod as vertical as possible, base firmly planted on a very large, almost completely flat rock.
Tonight the moon was to be full.
I had been offered an indecent amount of cash by my agent if I could photograph the moon in stages as it rose from the first glimmer of light to the full orb hanging fat and golden just above the horizon.
For a fleeting moment I thought of what I would do with all that money. Perhaps a new lambskin jacket I thought, as I shivered in the brittle cold.
I bent to check the focus of the camera. The sky was clear, indicating a heavy frost in the morning.