A light dusting atop the trees

  Stark white and earthy green against pale smoke

  The frost setting in, penetrating straight to the core

  I can feel it in my bones

  They're becoming soft, brittle

  I can feel it in my skin

  Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author's consent. Report any sightings.

  The way it pulls taut and tears

  My blood runs cold

  And then doesn't run at all

  Does pain really hurt

  If you're not conscious to feel it?

  What harm is a cut

  If the blood won't flow to spill out of it?

  There are worse things, perhaps

  In this world

  Than a first freeze

  Patreon

  Howling Angel Games