Spring leads to summer, leads to fall, leads to winter.
The season of discontent, in which Earth’s remnant population boards the generation ship to a far distant star.
I’ll never see that star. Nor will I see the turn of another season.
I stare at the blowing snow, building memories.
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It’s Friday Fix time! This week’s prompt: Write a story about change or transition. You can respond to these prompts yourself at The Friday Fix.
You create such a vivid story in 50 words!