My Autumn – Elizabeth Guilt

“I can’t believe it looks like this in December.”

December?

A sweep of panic runs through me. December? I hadn’t realised it was so late in the year. I can feel my blood pounding in my head, grey clouds rolling in at the edge of my vision.

She will be long gone.

A blast of wind hits the trees, shaking them angrily, asking them why they will not bow to the oncoming winter.

And there she is. Her face is lined, and her clothes even shabbier than usual. There are threads of grey in her chestnut hair, but her smile is the same as ever. I leap to my feet, arms outstretched, and pull her to me.

“My Autumn,” I whisper against her hair. “I thought I’d missed you.”

“I’ve been waiting,” she whispers back. “Come with me.”

She takes my hand and leads me towards the setting sun.




Elizabeth Guilt reads and writes stories to make her daily commute on the London Underground in the United Kingdom more enjoyable. She has fiction published, or upcoming, in Luna Station Quarterly, Straylight Literary Magazine, and All Worlds Wayfarer. She can be found on www.elizabethguilt.com and on Twitter @elizabethguilt.

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