Short Story scene from the Rising Action
Standing in the middle of the hotel’s lawn, there's a deer with brown fur like melted caramel. Frightened by our presence, the deer galloped off into the woods. Wind starts to blow hard against my face, as well as the trees. Almost like the wind was trying to prove it could blow us down. Snowflakes began to fall from the sky like a white wedding dress was being shredded to pieces. They were soft and sticky… perfect for a snowball. High pitched sounds of migrating birds fly high in the sky like a violin on a high note. Rabbits scurry across the ground into their dugouts, almost like an army crawl. The last of the leaves fall gracefully onto the ground from the trees like a feather dropped