Maple season is as unpredictable as the weather. You have from the time the sap starts flowing to when the trees start to bud. And even in that narrow window of a few weeks, you never know what you're going to get. I has to be cold and night and warm up in the day. You don't always get ideal conditions.
Not unlike a life, I thought as I looked at the body hanging from the maze of lines zig-zagging from tree to tree in the woods. I sipped my coffee. Maple season wouldn't be so sweet this year.
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.