My entry

I’m intrigued by – a monthly competition for very short “micro stories” of 154 characters or less. (Although £1 to enter seems a lot, understandable if they have to use phone technology but couldn’t we also enter by email?).

Either way I’ve sent them this rather overwritten affair  (124 characters):

The snowman under the tree knows daffodils are a death sentence. His stone eyes drip at the thought of  never seeing summer.

I’ll wait and see what happens.

PS I hope posting it here is not against some rule or other…