The dancing wind

100 word challenge for grown ups Week #149


Prompt: April



The dancing wind

Cold wind blows her hair in whimsical directions, fluttering them softly across her face. The dance soon ends and she is left to wait for the embrace of the element again.

April always marks the days when cold will come again. She looks up at the trees of golden hues, jealous that the wind now dances with the changing leaves until one by one they fall to the ground.

They are blown up into the air again, but is is useless. They will only make a soft rustle now, never to dance again.

“Why won’t you take me away?” she cries out.

It does not hear. It only changes. Registered & Protected