Nestling down into the pile of leaves clustered at the base of the tree, Lars folded his arms to tuck chilled fingers into warm pits.
Category: Literary Sojourns Tags: autumn, flash-fiction, halloween, pumpkins, seasons, short story, winter is coming, writing
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