On The Edge of Autumn

I tipped my nose to the sky breathing in the crisp damp autumn air. Dark clouds and a gentle breeze swayed the tree tops in their burdensome array of color. Somewhere in the distance an owl hooted with rhythmic intervals setting the mood for dismay. A mirage of red, orange and yellow brushed against the horizon as the sun started to set. Shorter days and longer nights were a vivid reminder of the harshness of winter to come.

How was I to survive now without Gabe? He was my best friend and strong hold against the unpleasant creatures that roamed these mountains. He knew how to deal with the unholy blood sucking scum. Now… now I would have to bunker down and face those things on my own. I do still have my dog Hiccup and my shot gun Ray by my side though. Gabe always said to keep a log on the fire because warmth kept the Eski away. Maybe I’ll get lucky and it won’t snow much this year.

I placed another log in the back of my truck, whistled for Hiccup and we headed back to the house with a full load. I should have enough wood gathered now to make it through till spring but I will still need more ammo.

Challenge of the month - November

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