What’s White, Cold and Lurks Around the Corner?

 

Winter!

I was browsing through some of my older photos, and I stumbled upon these. At this point, I’m not really sure if I’m looking forward to this, or dreading it. Past experience is telling me to go with the latter. I am now going to enjoy the thirty degree heat while it lasts!

snowy pic

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flowers

buried in snow

Handful of Flowers

Thought I’d take another go at the Fifty, a form of writing I’ve come to like. (A Fifty is a one shot story or poem, or what-have-you, that consists of fifty words, for those who did not know.) Hope you enjoy.

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He walked, melancholy down the cracked grey sidewalks and empty streets, past bent and broken yield signs.

His eyes empty like that of a ghost, inside that tattered brown ensemble.

Walking as if he was invisible, and he was, to everyone but me. It was, the lily in his hand.

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