Tuesday Tales: From a Picture

Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. We have a picture prompt, so our scenes are shorter.

This is the picture I chose.

Here is this week’s post from Forever in my Heart.

The grainy snow fell, unmindful of the season, reminding him of Christmas and lanterns, the good times before his Mom and Dad had been killed.

It had been a long time before he saw the ranch as anything but a place filled with memories and pain. His twin had never blamed him for surviving when no one else in the vehicle had. Jake had stayed home with an upset stomach that morning, thus avoiding being on the road when the accident had happened—the same road he was on now.

Another wave of pain washed over him, and he inhaled sharply as the Alberta Sheriff’s Branch SUV came to a halt. He reached for the passenger door, forcing back the pain.

“You okay?” Carl asked, his face a mask of concern. “You’re as white as a sheet.” His eyebrows rose as the truth dawned. “You can feel him again, can’t you? Just like when we were kids.”

Mike nodded. “And it’s bad, Carl, way worse than anything I’ve felt before … and he’s scared. I can hear him calling my name, begging me to get to him.”

“Then we’d better not waste any more time here.”

He put the vehicle in gear and pulled away from the clinic, heading toward the Trans-Canada Highway that would take them to the Icefield Parkway.

Mike sat there, mesmerized by the windshield wipers, oblivious to the shrill siren and flashing lights, absorbing the pain in his body, focusing on his twin, trying to convey the message that he was on his way, praying they would arrive in time. Although it was barely after one in the afternoon, it was dark and visibility was poor.

That’s it!

Stay safe and don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales