Spring is in the Air

Seasons look different in the big city. He was used to the muddy slush of Spring where hot and cold traded places and flowers battled with snow. Spring should be at least a little green. And if not, there were friendly neighbors to share the misery. Instead, all he got was gray brick. Frustrated he tried to find a park.

Big, fat snowflakes drifted down all around him.

“For God’s sake! It’s already April!” He shouted, shaking a fist.

“Fool.” A dozen people waved him off, grumbling without concern.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Dale Rogerson

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