Alas!  How the October winds blow…   Rustling leaves, bringing frost and cold.  Turning the green.  A wanderer walking though frostily winds bite deep.  The sun sinks lower on the horizon…  The jack-o-lanterns begin to light!  Hallowe’en is close at hand.  Spirits cross the bridge between our worlds!  The wanderer is a small boy.  He wraps his threadbare cloak tighter around himself, digging his walking staff into the freezing ground.  His nose is red like the leaves.  His other hand clutching one, small, tin soldier.  Cold…  Colder…   This is how he felt as he cut a path through this old oaken forest.


Exactly 100 words!  :D


~ Mousepaw


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