Reflecting sunset

from a few days back...

Even more white stuff

Some would say this is beautiful... but to me it's sheer agony.
The official measurement at 7 pm was 45 cm but it looks much more like 60 to me. And still falling...

Flash 55

He plodded through the fresh-fallen snow, slowly but deliberately. He wasn't looking forward to what he he had to do. He approached a house at the end of a cul-de-sac and retrieved a key from his pocket. He wished his brother had told him where he kept the incriminating documents before dying in his arms.

3WT (in 139 characters)

He never meant to roblet her by his gnathonising but a streak of scaevity caused by a series of events made him lose the love of his life.

Weather report in 5-7-5

briefly the grey sky
gives way to some colour...
snow in the forecast

A lone dove

in freezing cold
she sits alone
a dove
on a snow-dusted bough
cooing
into the grey void
wooing,
maybe rueing?

... no response

Microfiction Monday

with the fabulous hostess Susan at Stony River

That's it! I'm moving out!
Can't stand the noise those folks upstairs make all the time partying.
Worse still, they never invite me!