Migration word count: 100
Written by Kerry E.B. Black
As the winter of her life approached, Beatrice saw the reason behind migratory birds’ flights. Flee the bitter cold of the North, the treacherous ice and its accomplice, snow, deceptive and beautiful, like diamonds collected on tree branches, frosting the world like an enormous cake, making skating rinks of walkways and roads. She stocked up on necessities to prevent the need to drive. Since Denny’s death, she rarely ventured out. Perhaps it would be different if she, too, migrated, left the North to the hearty and, like the birds in their v-formations, made a new home in the sunny South.
*This is written in response to a challenge issued by https://thinspiralnotebook.com