Strangers On Ice

Kristie A. Raburn By Kristie A. Raburn, 30th May 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/1dddy4a8/
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Short on writing ideas, I often use writing prompts to get the mind flowing. The story herein is one such story. The writing prompts gave a list of five words that must be used in your story. In this case, I had to use the words: handkerchief, pocket, unhinged, hockey puck and coach. This story is my idea of how to use those words in one story.

Flying Hockey Pucks

It was not a good day for Tess; in fact, the whole week sucked! It all began last Sunday when she was running late for ice skating in the park with her best friend Carol. As she left the house, Tess had let the door slam behind her. The screws had worked themselves loose and the unhinged door fell with a crash to the front porch. Disgusted with herself for letting the door slam so hard, Tessa had just left the door on the porch; planning to fix it once she got home.

Once at the iced over pond, Tess gave Carol a hug and they took off their shoes and laced their ice skates. Still talking, they headed out to the edge of the pond. They had not seen each other in a while so they were not really watching where they were going. As they rounded the far end of the pond, a hockey puck flew right across their path, causing both women to fall on their knees. Hitting her knee hard on a rough patch of ice, Carol cut her knee, turning the white ice bright red. Trying to help her injured friend, Tess reached into her pocket for her handkerchief but only found a crumpled note she had shoved in her pocket the day before. Quickly shoving the note back into her pocket, Tess reached into her other pocket. Pressing the handkerchief against her knee, Tessa was able to calm Carol and stop the bleeding.

As Tess and Carol inched their way to the side of the frozen pond, one of the boys from the hockey game approached them. “We are so sorry”, the 12-year old boy said, “we did not see you skating on that end of the pond. Are you okay? We really are sorry.” Before Tess could reply, a tall, athletic young man wearing hockey skates approached them, shoving the boy to the side. “I have a first aid kit”, he said, “let me help you.” As the young man helped Carol to a nearby bench, he continued talking. He explained he was the coach of the hockey team and though they usually practice on the indoor rink in town, he felt the boys needed some fresh air and he had driven them to the pond for their practice session. Removing the bloody, dirty handkerchief from her knee, the young coach reached for a plastic bottle filled with water and rinsed the blood from Carol’s knee.

If you were Carol, what would your next move be?

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Drama, Fiction, Iceskating, Sports, Stories, Story To Tell, Winter

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author avatar Kristie A. Raburn
Poet, short story and technical writer who is also a collector of wonderful cookbooks. Currently working on book ideas with poetry and cryptographs in mind.

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
30th May 2015 (#)

Kristie, welcome aboard! I'm so happy to see you here. Excellent story. I think if I were Carol I would try to find out if the coach was spoken for. He sounds like a catch to me.

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
31st May 2015 (#)

Everything happens for a purpose. Nice start to a romantic story, thanks for the share Kristie - siva

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