Little Lies

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The wind moaned through leaning pines, and sideways snow crusted over a landscape already draped in invisibly layered ice. The air sharp and breath-taking bowed swaying branches fighting to keep the leaves of Summer. A hunched gray squirrel perched in the cold clinging tightly to one high branch. What brought this daring venturer out on a day when he should be in a long deep rest, curled within the warmth nest made for a long Winter? Was it to shred one last pinecone or a dare from his ne’er do well neighbor bent on thieving a hidden Winter bounty?

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Written to the prompt, “perched” from Velvet Verbosity and a bonus, “Little Lies” by Fleetwood Mac.

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4 comments on “Little Lies

  1. John Yeo says:

    Great writing~ Loved the natural feel of Winter ~ πŸ™‚

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  2. Tara R. says:

    Beautiful imagery. I could feel the cold.

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  3. Pssssh Tara. I don’t want to hear about you “feeling” the cold, lol. Floridians don’t get to talk such nonsense.

    Just kidding, obviously. You did capture the biting cold well Deb. πŸ™‚

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