“I’ve always loved September, in fact, this whole trimester” Dominique thought as she lay gazing up at ancient etching in silver, pure silver, so delicate. “It was my birthday, well still is technically. Leaves changing, weather cooling, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Persephone going to the underworld but will live again like I will. Mother Nature was telling me something when she allowed this change. No one needs to fear it.” A thrill shot through her as she thought of her maker, his elegance, so refined. “Oh, his passion…” A thud on her coffin lid distracted her from her thoughts.
The Prompt: “…Mother Nature was telling me something…”
What do turning leaves mean to you? 100wcgu #188