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White Plague

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Shivering in a sudden ague, he paced slowly as he watched the first frosts set their marks on the cheek of the forest trees, atop the gambrel roof, then down the rough pavement.

He loathes winter. A time when the white plague of coldness would make a massacre of all nature’s glory and turn the trees to naked frames, bleach the bony bare cadaver until the snow covered things up, and remind him how he lost the apple of his eyes.

“Eight years, my love. I still remember the day when you looked me in the eye and I’d feel the warmth that flowers must have felt when they bloom through the snow, under the first rays of the sun. Every single day is winter to me—cold and dead. I miss the sunrays. I miss you.”

He left this merry place of people and balloons and hurried to the graveyard. With heart in despair, he plunged into agony as he withered in the cold white snow before her tombstone.


Better late than never! 😛

Here’s for Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt inspired by Dee Lovering’s photo. Read more stories here.

Lost: A Haiku

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Striding, wandering
Under the kiss of first frost
Wanting to be found.


This is in response to Raja’s Inspiration Call: Creative Talents Unleashed prompt. Photo Credit: © JOSE LUIS PELAEZ, INC./Image Source/Corbis/Royalty Free Photos

Inspiration Call: Write A Haiku Poem to this picture.

Thank you! My thoughts brought me back to a special memory while I was writing this one. 🙂

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