50 Word Stories : Over The Corpse

Dawn lifts its blanket of mist to embrace the cool morning air. It stretches its ruby arms around and plants its feet firmly on the snowy ground. A fine November drizzle slips into the red berry pricks of light. The beauty lingers–like a ghostly refrain over the corpse of October.

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