Christmas on the Outer Side
this is fiction In the cold silent snow she stood listening for an answer that never came. The icy wind whispered sweet chills in her ear as it turned her tears into icy little pebbles that froze in mid air. This strange land “America” brought no joy to her soul. She stood as a statue allowing the snow to slowly grow thicker on her shoulders and head. Her eyes fixated at the huge window surrounded with flickering colorful lights. The big glass window; open wide for the world to observe freely,... Sign in to see full entry.