The leaves were changing. Day by day, they cast their green hues aside for red, orange, and gold coats.
Each day on her twenty-minute lunch, she would sit in the courtyard and watch them. She had read somewhere that autumn colors were already inside the leaf when it budded, but you could never tell what color it would turn.
She liked the idea that all her changes were curled up somewhere deep inside and that she was only waiting for the proper moment to reveal them.
By the time the leaves finished falling, she had made her decision and left.

Today’s prompt was taken from October #CreativeFest, a month-long challenge. Please share, comment, and try it out yourself!

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