Abandoned (Inktober Day 11)

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The road was narrow and the wind blew cold snow. A man was all alone, trying to collect wood just to keep himself warm even for a short amount of time.

The snow looked like it was never going to end. Trees stood tall, a perfect creation to gather wood from. The man chopped for hours, gathering as much as he could do he didn't have to return each and every day.

He was alone. His sister was long gone without a word when he woke up. Usually sitting in her chair, it was empty that morning... or that time he called morning when he woke.

He saw a frozen lake. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary about it. But he stepped on it carefully, only small cracks could be heard besides the wind. No animals, no other person around. He was alone.

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