Friday Fictioneers – Changing Seasons

ff220715The old, the young, the sick and the wounded, they can’t keep running – none of us can. But here, deep within the forest, we’re safe for now. The biting, frozen grip of winter providing us, and others like us, with a temporary, but desperately needed, release from the chase.

Yet slowly, the lightening morning skies had begun to clear. A mild, warming sun now shone between broken, white clouds. Snowmelt softly dripped into deepening puddles; birdsong returned to the canopy above our camp.

Spring was on its way.

In the distance a siren sounded; it was time to move.


These words form my entry into Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.

19 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Changing Seasons

  1. gahlearner

    There’s a great sense of gloom and oppression in your story. Great drabble, still, I’d like to know more.

  2. Margaret

    Just when Spring is beginning, bringing relief and hope – it’s all taken away by the siren’s alarm. Gripping plot. Also – powerful images.


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