Just last week, this trail was buried under seven inches of snow. As if August wasn’t two months ago, and Fall was only a distant memory. That’s one thing you’ve got to love about living in the Piedmont area of North Carolina. You can experience all four seasons in one week. Tomorrow, it’s forecast to get up to 80 degrees. Our poor trees will be so confused. They’ll think they’ve shed their leaves too soon.
I jog in place to read the sign post. The Nathanael Greene memorial is just ahead. Usually that signifies I’ve run a mile, but since Guilford Courthouse National Military Park was closed all last week—we tend to shut down everything even at the sight of a flurry—I decide to run another lap. That dusting they’re calling for next Tuesday may turn into a blizzard. Of course, anything here is considered a blizzard.
We Carolina folks just ain’t used to all this snow.
word count: 159
Looking at this week’s photo, I wanted to focus more so on setting than developing an actual story. I hope that’s alright.
This is part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, where you write a story in 100-150 (give or take 25) using the provided photo prompt. Click the froggy icon to read other stories and add your own.