This month on my blog, the theme is Christmas. Anything and everything Christmas.
For Monday Sparks, I’ll post a photo and suggest a style of writing or genre for a Christmas story. For the photo above, I chose historical fiction because it looks like sleighs are gliding ahead of a horse with a rider, who is watching them.
Here’s my version. It’s historical fiction, but as usual, I have to work in a sinister element:
With a nudge from my heel, Midnight slipped out of the tree line and onto the snow-clogged road.
Even without the heavy snowfall, I doubted Deke Black and the other man driving the sleighs ahead would notice me. They were having too much fun, singing and laughing, as the horses pulled the supplies for Old Man Turner’s annual Christmas party.
But I hung back, watching. Deke Black was my only link, and tonight was my last chance to get him to confess what he knew about Old Man Turner and the mine.