Write an intimate-feeling 20-word story involving the emotional effect of weather changing, as in the season moving from summer to Fall.
The Sky Is Falling The Sky Is Falling
Everything hit him at once; mortgage due, wife gone, his employer downsizing, and then the first damn falling autumn leaf.
The Yellow Leaf Flutters to Earth
Slowly, as if convinced it was leaving something precious behind, something it would recognize if it ever saw it again.
Touchdown
Fall smells like leaves and turned up earth. Football fields. New year, new chances. But see her? Still in love.
It’s All In the Colors.
Leafing through greens of summer.
Months of love and despair.
Fall healing wrapped in warm yellows.
But no pumpkin spice!
After the adultery of August
Head in my lap, a new red leaf turns summer's page, pages for me as, blazing, I read to him.
Kingfishers
We still see them - those gem-like blue dots, before the leaves of our sycamores, before we vanish in their shade.
As it was falling, fall’s first leaf to fall said, not in anger, but surely disappointed…
You say the summer flew by. You always say that. It didn’t. You just weren’t watching.
Up in the Morning and Off to School
Leaf: Come Labor Day my chlorophyll, sap of life, ebbs away, everything chills and darkens.
Teacher: Tell me about it.
Why Didn’t I Stop to Ask?
The last time I saw her, she was crouched down in the park, holding a huge red Maple leaf, crying.
“Take a leaf out of my book.”
Said the oak tree.
“And shut up shop ‘til spring.”
About to fall
Leaves about to fall as notes, a song from our past
Then like black magic, the music played only you.
Last leaf
I watched as the cool wind nudged the last orange leaf on my bougainvillea plant. Will it, or won’t it?
The Sky Is Falling The Sky Is Falling
Everything hit him at once; mortgage due, wife gone, his employer downsizing, and then the first damn falling autumn leaf.
The Yellow Leaf Flutters to Earth
Slowly, as if convinced it was leaving something precious behind, something it would recognize if it ever saw it again.
Touchdown
Fall smells like leaves and turned up earth. Football fields. New year, new chances. But see her? Still in love.
It’s All In the Colors.
Leafing through greens of summer.
Months of love and despair.
Fall healing wrapped in warm yellows.
But no pumpkin spice!
After the adultery of August
Head in my lap, a new red leaf turns summer's page, pages for me as, blazing, I read to him.
Kingfishers
We still see them - those gem-like blue dots, before the leaves of our sycamores, before we vanish in their shade.
As it was falling, fall’s first leaf to fall said, not in anger, but surely disappointed…
You say the summer flew by. You always say that. It didn’t. You just weren’t watching.
Up in the Morning and Off to School
Leaf: Come Labor Day my chlorophyll, sap of life, ebbs away, everything chills and darkens.
Teacher: Tell me about it.
Why Didn’t I Stop to Ask?
The last time I saw her, she was crouched down in the park, holding a huge red Maple leaf, crying.
“Take a leaf out of my book.”
Said the oak tree.
“And shut up shop ‘til spring.”
About to fall
Leaves about to fall as notes, a song from our past
Then like black magic, the music played only you.
Last leaf
I watched as the cool wind nudged the last orange leaf on my bougainvillea plant. Will it, or won’t it?