This is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales photo prompt.
The photo is ©Sandis Helvigs
The rather portly young man, his eye caught by something interesting in the fallen foliage, bent down with a grunt and picked up the leaf.
He dragged his long, poetic locks out of his eyes and, being rather long-sighted, held the leaf out at arm’s length to read the scribbled message.
The wind veered round to the north and plucked at his hair as he mouthed the words—Winter is coming.