The Sunday Photo Fiction challenge is facilitated by Al Forbes and involves creating a 100-200 word story around the featured picture. Please follow the link the find the rules.
“She won’t let the seasons change.” Little Bird pecked viciously at the orange leaves, letting them cascade onto the damp ground. “None of us ever want winter to come, but permanent autumn won’t work. And it won’t be long before humans notice the nights aren’t getting shorter.”
“Are you listening, Taela?” asked Big Bird.
“Yes, I promise I am,” I snapped my eyes away from the fiery coloured trees. “I’ll speak to her.”
When I made my approach, she was sat between the boughs of her favourite Great Oak. Her long, silvery hair spilled down the tree trunk, snarled with twigs and dirt.
“It’s almost mid-December,” I said gently. “I know that it’s hard to move on…”
When she turned to look at me, I saw her eyes were red-raw, and full to the brim with pain which hadn’t lessoned in the past two months. She looked like she was about to say something, but then gave up.
“No matter how long it stays autumn, he won’t come back,” I continued, firmly.
A week later, the tree branches were bare.