Wild Woods of White │A Friday Fictioneer Piece

Copyrights to Dale Rogerson

 Wild Woods of White

The snow fell again. Roads covered. Bushes peeking out beneath the blanket of white as the rest of the world hid under its frosty surface. But the light of the single lamp post still shines through the cluster of flakes that are trying to shield it from anyones view.

It will not surrender or claim defeat. For it is the guiding force in the wild woods of white, summoning the lost home.

word count: 72 Words

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