These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else. Originally they were 101 words but this month I will allow myself more. That said this one is 101 words. M’s prompt was ‘Frosted petals.”
Serena pulled the heavy pelts close around her ears as she stared out across the frozen landscape and towards the feint reminder of their folly. The pale light trickled across the landscape once bathed so bright and for one final time she watched shadows lengthen and then fade to nothing.
The thermal sources were all dead so this would be their last cycle. She knew that when they chose to remain their fates were sealed, and when the signals stopped as the fleet passed Mars they were truly alone.
In the dark they would die with Earth, and it felt right.