June 1
Something is wrong.
The earth blooms on June 1, every year.
It has always been so, at least since man stopped aging.
Until today.
June 8
The snow piles higher than I’ve ever seen, in any season.
I’ve spent the last eight days shoveling around the place, but the blizzard refuses to abate.
June 20
I climbed atop a pile of crates stacked in the center of the room.
Shoved my way up the chimney.
There are footprints in the snow.
July 2
I’ve loaded all three shotguns.
I drank the last of the elixir.
Now I wait.
I am ready.
Are they?
Cool….. 😉
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Thank you, Cameron. ^_^
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🙂
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Great stuff, but why would you write to your local dairy?
Oh, wait…
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Damnit boy, you had me thinking I fucked up the heading. 😀
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