Snow lies in patches all the way up to the waters edge. each crest of the tiny ripples grasps for what light remains and hurls it back into my eyes as if begging the sun to stay just a little longer, to warm the lonely figure at the waters edge.

Prompt 28

Do Not use the prompt words in your piece. Please use #SenseWrds so I can find your writing, and include the prompt number. Also remember that I ask for no combo prompts here. Feel free to message if you have more questions on how this prompt works. Happy writing! ~M 🙏🏻