Ice
We stopped by a lake. Saw the sky stratified in blues, greys, and white. Felt frosty air thicken.
“She’s golden,” Sonny said as he watched the leader dog devour caribou. “Saved me from drowning through ice.”
I closed the thermos emptied of coffee, positioned myself on the sled. Sonny yelled out a command. The team of six malamutes sprung us forward.
“Reckon we can make two miles before nightfall,” he said. “Set up camp.”
“What’s over there?” I asked.
“Remnants of igloos.”
More commands. Our sled slid faster. Ice crackling beneath us.
Night approached with spirits of the past watching.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Her work has been published at: Nailpolish Stories, 50-Word Stories, 100 word story, 101 Words, Boston Literary Magazine, From the Depths (Haunted Waters Press), ShortbreadStories, SixWordMemoirs, and Espresso Stories.
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