Signs of the Seasons
Every year, the giant oak tree in Mr. Turnblatt’s yard changed with the seasons; bare bones in the snows of winter, growing green buds in the rains of spring…
November has a lot going for it. First snows in some places. Frost and fallen leaves. The almost forgotten smells of wood buring in fireplaces. Raking leaves. For some people, sports are finishing up, or just getting started. Then there is thanksgiving. Come up with a story that has something to do with November. You get slightly more than a month to do it in. I set the end date for Nov 31, but isn't it 30 days hath september, april, june and november?
Every year, the giant oak tree in Mr. Turnblatt’s yard changed with the seasons; bare bones in the snows of winter, growing green buds in the rains of spring…
Like soldiers they cling to the sturdy structure that has supported them for so long. The lucky have held on long enough to achieve their blood red finale…
October’s Jack ‘O Lantern is still on the front porch, along with bales of straw and some witches who don’t know that Halloween is as faded to gray as the…
The top is down, and I’m rolling through the hills. Even the wind at sixty miles an hour can’t wipe the grin off my face. Realistically it’s a few degrees too…
The city was grey. Color cast aside by the changing of the season. Shadows lined the darkening boardwalks, quickly growing to devour the waning light. Rain…