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The lone hopper
#WritcoStoryPrompt100
The lone hopper, once a vibrant green, felt the first tremor of change. A subtle shift in the breeze, a dryness in the air, and a growing unease within. He'd always been a solitary creature, content with his own rhythm, his own path. But lately, something felt off. The sun beat down with an unforgiving intensity, scorching the once lush landscape. The leaves, once supple and verdant, began to curl and crisp at the edges.
He started noticing others like him, their once vibrant colors fading to a dull yellow. They hopped with a frantic energy, their movements erratic and unpredictable. He tried to ignore them, to cling to his...
The lone hopper, once a vibrant green, felt the first tremor of change. A subtle shift in the breeze, a dryness in the air, and a growing unease within. He'd always been a solitary creature, content with his own rhythm, his own path. But lately, something felt off. The sun beat down with an unforgiving intensity, scorching the once lush landscape. The leaves, once supple and verdant, began to curl and crisp at the edges.
He started noticing others like him, their once vibrant colors fading to a dull yellow. They hopped with a frantic energy, their movements erratic and unpredictable. He tried to ignore them, to cling to his...
