The air was hot and humid, without even the slightest breeze for her to cool off. While the autumn witch would have never liked summer anyway, what made it her least favorite season was the fact that it came right before autumn. Summer days were already long, and the waiting for the season that made her come alive made them feel even longer.
She sighed, and pulled her hood a bit deeper over her eyes. Not to block out the sun, but so she didn't have to look at all those fresh green leaves.
Slowly drifting to the forest floors all red and gold was how they were meant to look, not like this.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Historia CortaMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
