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Prompt #62: Spring
Word count: 100
"Now open them."
Olivia opened her eyes slowly as his hands slipped down to her hips. "Oh," she gasped as warm golden light stained her face. "Gregory…"
The small fir stood in a clearing, swathed in bright lights and fully decorated for Christmas. The lights glowed against the snow, a beacon for the lost in the dark night. Tears sprang to her eyes as she softly asked, "How-"
He turned her around, catching the tear that rolled down her cheek. "A master never reveals his secrets." She grinned, her eyes shining as he continued, "It's yours until the spring thaw."