Snowy

PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast 

As I looked across the street at the newly fallen snow, I wondered what my future would hold.  I usually loved snow, but this year, the snow felt different.  Colder.  Less sentimental.  I knew life was changing, but was hoping change would come at a slower and easier pace.  After what happened yesterday, I thought I would have more time to get out.  To leave.  To surrender.  But now, I knew the seconds were quickly ticking by.  I knew the snow needed to melt soon so I could make a clean getaway.  Or else. 

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