Douglas FitzJames Posted September 17, 2016 Share Posted September 17, 2016 Snow fell gently. Light, fluffy flakes drifting down on the still air, no wind to drive them into faces or cut through clothing. It almost felt warm; it certainly looked like a scene from a painting, with the fresh, white snow topping everything. In a few hours it would become grey slush, but in this moment, it was magical. At least it wasn't several feed deep and blocking the roadway. Douglas's boots left footprints in the fresh snow as he wandered along the street, gazing into the shop windows. What to get, what to get? Something pretty, something special. Something to cheer the girls up. He was taking them on a picnic this afternoon, so his shopping list of necessity included sweets and cakes; he hoped to find some other little token for them as well. And who knew what else might catch his eye? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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