Nobody knew how the seasons compressed into days. It just kind of happened on its own. One morning it snowed. Flowers sprung up the next. Then the summer sun shined. And on the fourth day, the leaves began to fall before it started over again. Four days. Four seasons. Forever.
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Very Short Stories & Drabbles
ContoA collection of very short stories, microfictions, and drabbles from all themes and genres. Posted weekly!