The first day of fall is the last day I'll kiss the skySparkling highways, blithe road signs. Sounds of the passing cars, imagination. Silence swept the tears flowing from her eyes.Whispering surrender, undestructive. She got up from her bed, linen not thick enough to shelter her from the snow. Shivering, her tears formed into icicle. She grabbed her coat, reached for the knob and made a turn. ready to face the bitter coldness.
Strong, glacial gales passed her as she took mighty steps. she leaned front to catch a zephyr, but left with no avail. She was heading to the mitten store. Deep inside, her metallic heart began to grow weary. The footprints began to fade away, those that reminded her of the scars which her past left.
A small candle glows at the far right in the mild darkness, she tried reaching for it. a metallic petal from her coat fell onto the floor. Her hands, too weak to pick up the rose petal. meaningless, once more.
Quivering, she made her way into the mitten store. The casher gave her a hard look and turned away. she browsed through the shelves of mittens and purchased a pair in sweet pink. Sweetness in the sky, captivating. She headed out the door, warmth held her hands as she slipped them on. A bitter cold journey, set free. She saw fairies in the sky. her metallic pink eyes, full of wonders. She laid on the snow, beaming away with her brand new pink mitten.
Two rose petals left in her pocket. One coin, tossed and given.
