Sunday, October 16, 2011

Weekly Story Prompt: Leaves

By Chris Munroe

The leaves on the trees turn red and gold and brown, and soon they’ll be gone.

I’ve a Scotch/Irish complexion, and I burn and peel in the summer, so when the fall breeze first blows I breathe a silent sigh of relief at having made it through another one. I grab a trenchcoat, an umbrella, and hit the streets to enjoy the season that seems made for me.

Soon Canadian winter will be upon me once again, and I’d be cursing the bitter cold. But at this moment, I’m too swept up in the breathtaking beauty of autumn to care.

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