Snow speckled the mountaintop, but here and there sprout signs of growth. In the glow of the moonlight, the plum trees bloomed, their petals the palest of pinks.
Rafu-Sen stood among the blossoms; her face fierce as she prepared for the coming of spring. Many equate flowers with delicateness, but there is a resilience one so lovely must possess if there’s any hope of survival in a world so cold.
White gown rustling in the fragrant breeze, Rafu-Sen set out down the mountain.
The plum blossom does not fear the cold, it blooms despite the snow. For spring always comes.
McKenzie Richardson lives in Milwaukee, WI. Most recently, her stories have been published in anthologies from Eerie River Publishing, Black Hare Press, and Iron Faerie Publishing.
When not writing, she can usually be found in her book hoard, reading or just looking at her shelves longingly.
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Whispers and Echoes 
An interesting concept!
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