Clouds billowed and the trees bowed and shivered in submission. Swirling debris rose up to riot briefly then was slammed back to the ground. With hands thrust deeply into pockets, a figure fought through the weather, leaning forward at an impossible angle against the headwind. A pair of eyes watched the approach, indifferent and unmoved.
I was moved to be creative today. So there is a flash fiction for you.
I need to mow my lawn and get over my cold. I also need to take Ariella in the vet for her annual shots and such, but I think instead I shall go make a cup of tea and take some cold medicine.
Stupid cold germs!