Rain has filled a big pail in the backyard with water.
Then the frost comes and the water becomes a big, cilindrical block of ice.
One day, we need the pail inside. I drag it in and warm it up a little bit so the ice comes out.
I look at the beauty of that crystalized water, and that’s when I notice it.
It’s looking back at me.
I don’t know exactly what it is at first, but it pleads me to set it free.
I go to the toolbox, grab a hammer and chizel and start working at the ice block.
I do it carefully. I try to follow the outline of the shape, as it continues to look at me begging to be set free.
I finish my work and the swan inside the ice can now fly, even if briefly, until spring comes and melts it away…
This post was written in response to the FFfAW Challenge of this week and the story contains 150 words.
Photo prompt provided by Sonya.