It was the night of new year's eve...
the 31st December of a year not too long ago....
The city was forced to endure its most numbing of winters.... families cuddled by the fireplace, with blankets over their heads and hot water-bottles tucked btw their legs... they reminise of Summer's heat as they grip their Hot chocolate tightly with both hands...
Outside in the shivering cold, a lil matchstick girL~ wondered... cold and famished with neither hat nor shoes. She treaded through the wind and snow... a single matchbox hugged firmly against her chest... she marched...
the icy winds blew and blew... brushing against her face like sandpaper, her feet, numb and worn, contined to tred through the thick snow... she was afraid to go home, her father would surely beat her if he'd find out she didnt sell any matches today.
the image of her father's belt and his tormenting lashes kept her going on thru the grizzly winter's night....
She managed to find a nook between two buildings where she huddled by herself.... even between concrete, the winter was like a furance of cold, peircing her skin with invisible knives...
her hands had turned a sickly blue and her face was pale like the moon....
she brushed off the twigs & soil from her badly tattered sweater... envious of the passer-bys with their fur coats and winter boots...
she was cold...
& she needed to keep warm~
*to be continued....
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