I can no longer endure your winter.
My passion does not thaw your frosty countenance, nor melt your frigid demeanor.
Lest your chill numb my soul, I must flee to seek my spring.
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This week’s Trifextra challenge asked for a 33-word love gone wrong story, told without using any of the words you’d expect to find in a heartbreak tale: love, sad, tears, wept, heart, or pain. I found my inspiration for this little story on today’s afternoon run, when I spied some very cool frost crystals pushing their way through the clay at the side of the road–they looked to me like the bars of an icy prison.
