Autumn always turns into winter. There is no uncertainty in that. As autumn slipped by, winter came and brought its snow and ice and its cold whiteness.
White is odd.
It's not a color. It's the lack of color.
I never trusted it.
Sunny missed the warmth of summer and the crispness of autumn, but winter brought many memories too. She made new friends at school, went sledding, and went skating. She enjoyed it and spent many hours playing in the snow.
I hated the winter. So, instead of playing, I often watched from the window of her room. I wasn't worried though. I'd go out to play again in the spring.
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Charm of Finches | ✔️
Short StoryFinch and Sunny were playmates from birth. However, as childhood connections and dreams begin to fade, Finch realizes that Sunny's friendship with him is not the only thing that is slipping away...