Writing prompt: The wind howled …

Today’s writing prompt and my response.

The wind howled through the trees while inside the old woman’s fire was nearly out

The pile of wood which once pressed against the eaves was reduced to scraps of kindling, wet with snow. The old woman tightened the blanket around her shoulders and shifted her stool closer to the greying ashes. Her mind went to the man who had come by – how many days, weeks ago? When the leaves were golden.

‘Mother,’ he had said, gently embracing her thin shoulders.

She...