WINTER GARDEN
The pile of garden litter had been growing steadily over the last month. It was the result of clearing out the dead wood and cutting back the old growth of the year. Now the pile stood almost three feet high and twice that across. It was time to finish the job.
I pushed the firelighter as far as it would go into the centre of the heap and watched. Blue flame turned orange; wood blackened and glowed red. A feeling of warmth fought against the chill December air. The smoke from the fire rose high into the grey, suburban sky.
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DECEMBER DRABBLES [A Short-Story Contest)
Proză scurtăHGA proudly presents a month fill with bite-size stories to sink your teeth to, everyday. A drabble is a short work of fiction of around one hundred words in length. The purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author's ability to express inte...
