Sad Lost Soul

Day 229

Sadness clung like dregs of seaweed and water. It dragged her down, clammy fingers drowning the forlorn body into the drowned reflection of the moon. The fiery shades of autumn faded, grey gloom and cold mist replacing them with a forest of lost souls. Winter clung to its heels, as snowflakes spun wildly through the barren branches.


Written: 30 May 2016

Words: 57

Inspired: Over the Garden Wall

x-posted

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