Welcome, November!
Originally published on November 01, 2005
November pulled her charcoal gray coat around her pale face as golden leaves continued to fall from their gnarled branches. The occasional tree would cling to lipstick red and highlighter orange leaves as she passed; a few had fallen off accidentally and crunched under her step. She could feel the souls around her returning to their sleep from the dreadful event the night before. It was a horrible gift of feeling the dead, but she was inflicted with it, not her sister, so she must deal with it as properly as she could. There wasn’t much else to do.
She arrived a large white house with peeling paint. The windows were blackened and filled with webs. Mice flew across the dusty floor as a black cat slunk through the shadows of the collapsing house. Not a single thing was in tact and the door hung like a drunk from its hinges.
“October,” November yelled into the open house. A shaped stirred from under the grand piano, which was now struggling to support itself on two legs like a lame dog. “It’s time to go; you’ve had your time to play!”
Out of the darkness and dust from the morning light came a rasp of early morning.
“Not yet, November. Five more minutes.”
