This week’s photo prompt is provided by loniangraphics.
Candy continued poking at the frost on the leaves. Once it all was gone, she curled her numb finger into her palm, forming a fist to try and warm it up again. Her legs were burning, her feet numb. Her new boots weren’t keeping some of the wind out. She had been standing there since before the sun came up, waiting for her friend. It was her fault she was so cold. She wanted to be early to surprise him.
Meet me by the tree, his letter had said. He would have a big surprise for her. Candy couldn’t imagine what that would mean. Surely, he would never marry her. Susie was far more suited to be his wife. His letter had promised that he would come to say hello. He was back from the war. It was over.
His mother came to the house later that day, her eyes red and puffy. Candy had waited as long as she could. In the end the frost made it impossible. His mother sat down and gathered Candy’s hands in hers. He wasn’t coming home.
So late to the party, but I made it!