The month for falling ❥ [ November writing challenge]

"November's sky is chill and drear,

November's leaf is red and sear (withered') " - Sir Walter Scott

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Handing me the pumpkin pie he whispered, "Tis the season to be falling".

I withdrew from his gaze and focused instead beyond him. Through the clear glass panel the howling wind pick up on its path a bundle of withered leaves from the pavement. As they swirled round the air I tightened my grip on the little makeshift fantasy filled with holiday treats of the blue-eyed stranger behind the counter.

"Come again, love" A deep voice pulled me out of my reverie.

I blinked back and forced out a timid smile to which he beamed delightedly at me.

Soon I will.

Bells chimed as I stepped out towards the mid-fall air.

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