She Always Hated The Cold.

She laid in the snow, eyes closed, letting soft bits of white cover her pale face, and chestnut hair. Her cheeks and nose were a rosy pink. Was she sleeping? I couldn’t fathom why she would be out here like this; she hated the cold. She was burrowed in a black coat, a knitted skirt, dark leggings and snow boots. I watched her for a minute, trying to figure her out, yet again. “Jess?”


“Leave me be, please.” She said politely. “I’m imagining what it might be like to die.”

Notes

I had the urge to write for the first time in two years... but had no idea to write. So i thought up 21 words that evoked an emotional response, and drew. 'Snow' was the lucky word. I drew a couple others for further inspiration in further chapters.

Welcome to my story, something I came up with myself. Any comments/suggestions are accepted as long as you are POLITE! Critiques!