A NEW BROOM SWEEPS CLEAN
a hundred word story
I had no need of my lantern with the moon so full and the sky so clear. The Birch’s silvery trunks glowed stark white against the forest’s dark depths.
The storm at All Hallows had done the hard work for me, plucked twigs and branches from the trees then littered them on the forest floor like fallen petticoats.
I gathered just enough for my besom; ready for sweeping out the old year. They’d dry well on the hearth. I found a large mushroom for breakfast and nestled it on a handful of bark curls at the top of my sack.