Cold Despair (Micro-fiction)

The winter sky was grey, cruel and unforgiving. Black tendrils of the clouds cinched the pure delight of the winter sunshine to cold melancholia. I ached for the simple pleasures of a bird’s flight, or turning into the lambent petals of a sunflower; but thunder shook the skies, and the rumblings echoed throughout the city like a divine convulsion. A mixture of sleet and rain dampened my spirits further, as my vision went black with despair.


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