It's that time of year again! Every autumn, as is my remit, I go out into the forests, parks, and cemeteries to write stories on fallen leaves. This year's tale is Jack Frost's Wake.
Jack Frost's Wake
And in plain text . . .
Jack dances merrily through the trees, turning green leaves brown, red, yellow, orange.
(to be continued)
And in the coming weeks . . .
I'll be serializing this story, several leaves a day, now through Halloween. When I have other news, that will go at the top of the blog post. But there will always be more of the story to come. Until it climaxes on the day that is known by all my neighbors as "Michael's Holiday."