The winter

The winter.

The man knew it was coming but continued to grow his crops. He could feel it in the air but he didnt store meat. He could feel the frostbite but he did not cover up. 

     Then it came and he ran. He ran to a mountain so very far away.

He thought he was safe but he wasn't. He entered cave. He thought hehad time to kill. He heard the winds howl but he did nothing still. He stayed in the cave until the end of his days. When the snow cleared his corpse was a rot. He was foolish and was foolish still.

Author's Note

quick short story.