50 Word Stories: The Nosferatu Season

The forest ran red with the blood of the season, crimson leaves flowing to claret berries, then on to pools tinted bright vermillion. Autumn’s metallic beauty imbued my world with a ruby life that death had stolen away. The Nosferatu season, I called it. But then again, I could.

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