Winter Blues

Winter stood with her back against the black bark of a tree, body nestled in the tangle of black roots. The forest floor was covered in black leaves and piles of snow. The grey skies pelted down shards of ice. Sharp as glass. A line of crimson welled up across her cheek. Winter swore softly and grabbed a handful of brackish leaves to cover her cheek. In the distance dogs howled and Winter pulled her woollen cloak close fingers laced through the corded blue bag at her waist. Winter smiled grimly as she slipped a dagger from her blue boot.

Chimera drabble prompt: Winter Blues

three things

Three things, a quick dash round the supermarket. James crumpled up the list and shoved it in his coat. Milk, apples, coffee. James made his way down the aisles randomly filling his basket, ipod blaring, head nodding to the music reading the back of a cereal packet. James bumped into an empty trolley, ‘Sorry’ He mumbled. Trolleys were scattered about the store, shelves of food scattered across the floor. A tin of beans rolled past. An old woman shuffled round the corner, skin green, mouth covered in blood that dripped down her chin. ‘Hello?’ Jamie gulped. ‘coffee’s on aisle three?.’

book club prompt 'plague'