MERRY CHRISTMAS.
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Don’t go out in the snow. It’s crimson and viscous. Not at all like it used to be. Once it was pure white and like dust, like sugar coating the landscape.
Don’t go out in the snow. It’s thick and it grips feet and legs. Once it was calm. Once we used to walk through it.
We used to throw it and kick it in the air.
We used to never care that it might fall on our heads.
Don’t turn your face to the snow. Don’t let it settle in your eyes.
It isn’t like it used to be.
This is the last one from the list! And this one was hard to come up with, probably only because it was the last. As for other things, I’m working on rewriting some short stories that are part of a series, so I still might not be posting quite so much.
Drabble
He held the tiny paper package out to her, and his leather mask slithered and roiled, as if something crawled beneath it. “This is the poultice for Midwife Bera.”
Though his hands were gloved Alisandra still felt her heart flutter when his fingers touched hers.
“Are you ill?” he asked. “Your face is flushed. I can prepare you something.”
“No!” Her cheeks grew hotter as she smiled at his kindness, always his kindness. “I’m fine.”
She sighed when the door closed behind her. How stupid to fall in love with someone who would never show you their face.
Smeared Black Ink 