If winter is death, surely, red-slashed autumn is the wound that brought it. It had been a strange year with the magnitude of issues. But he pursued whatever he could as vigorously as ever to add memories to his vault. He did rest and work and was now ready for the melt and freeze of winter.
Linking to Ragtag Daily Prompt: Strange, Fandango One Word Challenge: Magnitude, Your Word Daily Prompt: Vigorous, First Line Friday, Saturday Mix, Sammi’s Weekend Prompt #180, Stream of Consciousness Saturday
Oh, I love that opening line… Winter, bandaging the wound of fall… what a unique description. Love it!
Thanks :). Honestly though that the line was part of the prompt :D.
Beautifully written. Endure whatever winter brings and dream of the new spring to come.
My fifty six!
Thanks Keith :).
Wow Aseem. So well written. Loved the opening.
Wow! That’s quite a verse. I wish I could write so well!
Thanks Atul for your kind words :).