And on the Seventh Day . . .

It's a good thing that my friend and sister writer, Madison Woods started Friday Fictioneers. If it wasn't for her prompt pictures I wouldn't be writing anything. I try and think outside the box with the pictures she gives us each week and put a different twist on old titles and ideas.
Here is her picture for this week and my story:

And on the Seventh Day . . .



Theologinas believe on the seventh day God rested, however . . .

Old Man Winter argued that planet Earth would be greater protected if everything was frozen forever in time. No disease, no hunger, no strife--only iced beauty beyond compare.

God reasoned this new world was home to his greatest creation--Man. Without warmth and renewal Man would fall dorment and the evolution of the species would be doomed.

The Old Man refused to listen and turned a cold shoulder.

Not wanting to hurt the elderly man's feelings, God gave in and created four seasons: spring, summer, fall, and winter.

And so, on the seventh day the "Art of Compromise" was born.