April Winter

Was I always going to be here? — Morgan Freeman

Artwork by Toni Verkruysse

They’re all saying today
is the year’s coldest day.

Anxiety,
yesterday’s snow’s converting to ice,
dirty
and slippery
and hard.

Ominous,
the wind’s gaining fresh vigor,
roars of gusts herald violently that
a difficult day this remains.
(Perhaps behind the horizon concealed is faint relief.)

Now is not the accepted time
to be roaming the streets,
I’d better go inside.

That’s the thing,
inside where?

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First published in Friday Flash Fiction on April 19, 2024.