Cold Loneliness

Cold Loneliness

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Snowflakes fell outside the window, as frost clung to the window pane. Below kids play in the new fallen snow. Giggling as they fall to the ground and make snow angels. Echo pushed herself away from the window fighting tears. She could hear her neighbors fretting about family coming for the holidays and how their house was never going to be clean enough. None of this was important anymore to Echo. Her normally well-groomed ginger hair was a messy unkempt mane, her bright green eyes were clouded over and bloodshot, and her pale skinned face was tear stained. Her slim frame racked with the silent sobs she was trying to fight. This was the season of togetherness and Echo was totally alone. Her parents passed a year ago, she was an only child, and then the unspeakable happens. Echo walked over and picked up a picture of a handsome man in a Marine Corps Uniform. He had no smile on his face but his eyes told the world differently. As she held the picture close to herself tears swell up i
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On a frigid and blustery October evening, the radiant moon cast its glow upon a solitary willow tree, perched atop a hill. Beneath the tree sat a mysterious man, clutching a large, worn storybook. Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to a child, no more than 10 to 13 years old, wandering aimlessly nearby. With a welcoming gesture, the man motioned the child over to him. "Why are you out here all alone on such a freezing night?" he inquired with concern. The child merely shrugged in response. The man sighed and reached out his hand, offering it to the shivering youngster. Without hesitation, the little boy took hold of the man's hand and they made their way over to the willow tree where a cozy fire was already burning. "Here you are, little one," the man said gently. "Let's get you nice and warm." Seated by the fire, the child's eyes were drawn to the book resting against the tree. With a pointed finger, he indicated his desire for a story. The man smiled kindly. "Well then, let's dive into some tales, shall we?"

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