This is the one where I make Goulash with Grandma - she gives a picture for us to use as a prompt for microfiction and if we can we are to include the bonus word. This week it is FAINT.
Mira came outside to place the garbage and the cold was so grasping she thought she would faint.
Along the road, the snow plough raised a faint steam.
The air’s moisture content was so frozen, it made a faint but definite haze.
During day, the colours faint,
Caused the artist to work at night;
Though he had to heat his paint
And use a torch to boost the light.
At this time the street seemed quaint;
but the snow plough caused a fright -
For it drove with force against
And shunted cars with all its might!