Snowflakes swirled and skirled about, catching the wan morning light that set them to glittering like shards of frozen gemstone.
Amelia was quite sure her parents would be angry with her decision to go riding in such weather and yet she found herself unable to worry about such.
She knew the doctors held little hope she would see springtime and so, she reasoned, she had precious little time to waste.
Thus, while Amelia was normally a most proper and well-behaved young lady, she had concluded living within the rules was something she simply had no interest in doing any longer.
This story was written for the weekly Visual Dare flash fiction prompt: disobey