I so love word games, and do the Monday Wordle most weeks.
Now I discover there’s one for Sundays!
The frozen earth affected crops and harvests, throwing many of the already struggling community into poverty. Businesses folded, and Prayer meetings to Saints and all things Holy were held in halls, barns and private homes, believing them to be the answer to end this crazy winter.
For some, it was too much, and a rope heard the last of defeated rasping breaths.
Icy gusts scattered whatever was left of the planting seed, causing a hazy mist on the horizon. Perhaps some would take root and the remaining villagers could start again.