Prompt 10 Spring Sun

Prompt 10 Spring Sun

Here I sit, the sun is on my back like a warm hand. The breeze reminds me of the months I’ve just endured, the icy-hands that clawed at my ears and froze my nose. I hated those. But this breeze is different.

There are no teeth in this air.

This is much better. The soft grass under my knees is wet: still wet. It will dry out soon, the sun will see to that.

I like him, the sun. Mom says that soon I won’t. She says that he turns evil and can burn me if I’m not careful.

I hope she’s wrong.

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