Because it's cold and miserable outside, I'm going with something warm and lovely. Here's a picture prompt from my summer. Maybe if I stare at it long enough, I'll forget the winter weather outside.
Enjoy!
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My response:
He watched her climb the hill in the dying light. She'd managed to finish her chores before sunset, her Mama's requirement if she was going to visit him. Her amber hair, escaped from her bun, stood in wisps around her face, reflecting the light of the sun like a halo. The hem of her blue dress hung, heavy with mud, over her bare feet as she trudged up the hill. She was too old to go around without a pair of shoes anymore, but no one had told her that. Her apron had a smear of soot from the charcoal stove, and a matching spot stained her cheek. When she looked up and smiled at him, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on.
He picked up the small bouquet of wildflowers he'd gathered on his lunch break. They'd wilted, sitting too near the forge. He held them out to her, anyway, and earned another smile.
