Snowy morning trudge to school
Thiophene_Guy
It is another grey morning and the boy trudges through the snow with his father on the way to school. His ears are cold despite the hand-woven cap his mother bought at the Peruvian craft fair. The boy is grateful for his father’s hand, but he wishes he could stuff his hand into his warm coat pocket.
The crossing guard will wave at him, just as he’s done every morning. Today, the boy will not wave back. The sun will not come out today; the boy knows the whole world has gone grey and cold and will remain that way forever. He knows he’ll be just as miserable trudging home along the very same sidewalk, through the very same snow. He will bury his nose in the soft scarf his mother bought from the Amish ladies at the last farmers market of the season.
The boy will not look up on the way home. He will abandon the decision he made at the beginning of the school year. He has lost all interest in a career as a crossing guard.
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