Challenge
Challenge of the Month I
The waning heat of summer. Pastel oranges and reds. The season of harvest. Darkening skies as the spectre of winter looms. Write the first chapter of a story beginning in autumn. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners.
’Til Winters Frost
Mama walks with
short, shaky steps
crunching
fallen leaves.
Her struggling breath
rattles
through her lungs
like wind across the trees.
She gently lays
a gnarled hand on wrinkled bark
whose branches are near bare
and tears
slip
down her face
betraying all her fear.
Mama is like autumn
stubbornly holding on
each day slowly
letting go
'til winters frost is come.
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