Digital Art made by me
The blizzard rages with savage fury as he returns home from work.
Autumn has unleashed its wrath with an icy storm that mercilessly strips the leaves from the trees.
-I don't care, I'll eat charcoal! -he exclaims, rubbing his numb hands together.
As he enters, a shiver shakes him.
The door is wide open and the hall is freezing cold.
He steps forward cautiously until a limp lump in the room petrifies him with horror.
It is his wife, pale and rigid, her eyes unfocused, staring at a grim message scrawled in blood:
"Autumn claims its tribute..."