dVerse Poets Prosery

On this second Monday in November, when the weather is becoming colder and we are already pre-empting winter, at the dVerse Poets Pub we are writing Prosery, the very short piece of **prose** or flash fiction that tells a story with a beginning, middle and end. It can be in any genre of your choice, but it does have a limit of 144 words; an additional challenge is to hit 144 exactly. The special thing about Prosery is that we give you a complete line or two from a poem, which must be included somewhere in your story, within the 144-word limit. You must use the lines in their original order, however you may play with the punctuation so that your prose makes sense.
I have chosen the following lines to include in your prose:
“Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow”
Here’s how to take part in Prosery:
Write a piece of flash fiction (NOT a poem) of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line in the order in which it has been given. You may add or change punctuation, but you may not add words in between the given ones.
Post your Prosery on your blog and link back to this post.
Link it up to our Mr. Linky.
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James looked wistfully at the trees in the yard, wishing the autumn leaves were clinging still on the brown limbs. Autumn was his favorite season and he was grateful to live in an area where all the seasons passed. Spring was another favorite, with those tender pale green leaves slowly uncurling, it was such fun to watch how nature creates. Now he sadly watched the leaves turn brown and black, falling and then be unceremoniously swept into black bags. But ever vigilant, the changes could heal – not yesterday I learned to know the love of bare November days before the coming of the snow. The cycle would repeat as ever and he looked forward to the frosty windows and snowflake beauty. Every season has its own beautiful quality. He sat back in his favorite chair, stirred the fireplace logs, and said goodbye to autumn.

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