Jey’s Winter Wren Drabble
A few of us decided to do a drabble where we would start with the word “winter” and end in the word “wren”. So you just have 98 words to fill in (in the middle). Feel free to join in if you wish.
“Winter is so harsh on them. Fragile little things…”
He didn’t look at me, just spoke into the ether. His words drifted away with his breath. Russet-coloured specks littered the courtyard, silhouetted against the snow, forraging for spiders, darting to and fro.
“So many have died this year. I could help, could take them in, care for them. Don’t they deserve that?”
His coat hung over his body, distorting his features. Hands clasped tightly together, he squirmed awkwardly. A shrill cry escaped, freezing the courtyard. Seconds later, he howled and the bird fled upwards, calling out to the other wren.
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