Standing at the cusp of winter, with the scent of wood smoke and rotting leaves in the air, the whole world shudders around me in anticipation. Cracked pavement and chipped paint, combined with the cold and bright sun all grating against my skin, peeled me away in the frigid air.
By the time the sun set, I stood as a shell of my former self. Grieving all that we were, and all that we lost.
Frozen for all eternity.
© Sarah Doughty