Frost shimmered across the ground sparkling in the early morning sunshine.
It was crisp and cool, even though the sun was shining brightly...
I stepped outside, the grass crunching under my black winter boots.
The lighter flickered on, the flame dancing in the light breeze.
I lit my cigarette, and looked out across the fields.
I blew out a breath of smoke, watching as it spiraled up into the November sky.
I tapped it and saw as the ashes drifted to the ground by my feet.
Just as the tears of my love had when I walked out the door, silent and soft.
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Descriptive Short Stories
FantasyThis book contains different descriptive writing pieces in it, it's not one story, just a lot of short stories that I wrote and I hope you enjoy :)
