Anna Johnston

The Winter Court

I Adelaide... Adelaide, the wind called out to me. I wandered through the bare trees, my light step crunching against the day old snow. I couldn't focus on anything; everything was white with sameness. I reached my hand out lazily to guide me, but only snow greeted my fingertips. The tail of my dress trailed behind me, the heaviness of my skirts nearly erasing my tracks. There was a whisper on the wind, coaxing me further into the trees.