Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt this week:
I saw him leaving this morning.
He shouldn’t be here right now. It looks like he took a detour on his journey to distribute his icy gifts to the world.
And there’s no frost, left in his wake. He knew it was meant to be summer here, not icy winter.
That must be why he’s taking his strides in such a forlorn manner.
Weary Jack Frost lost his way.
He must be getting old…