Photo Prompt for Friday Fictioneers:
PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter
“It’s odd that we’re having snow so early in the season,” Brigitta commented. “Hans, don’t you think it’s odd?”
“Brigitta, you need to take care of your chores and get away from the window.” Hans was gruff in his response. He’d been up at the camp all day performing his duties as a guard.
“It’s very odd snow, Hans. I’ve never seen anything like it.And what’s that awful smell? Phew! It seems to come in the door with you.”
“Brigitta! That’s enough! Mind your own business.Leave me alone. I’m tired.”