Chapter 4: Memories of eyes made of Coal (Part I)

Snow fell from the steely sky on a cold December evening. The halls of St. Ovaria private school lie uninhabited, everyone must have left for the day. Pops late again, most likely at the hospital with mom, Doctors said it won’t belong. That it was best we spend what little moments we had left.

I sat on the bench next to the pale red lockers, feet swing to and fro. I gazed out the clear double doors at the road, any moment now Dad would be pulling up in that old 97 gray Nissan Sentra. As time passed, so did my hopes of seeing that Nissan, maybe tomorrow I guess. As I stared out into the snow-covered field, a snowman took sentry over the lonely winter wonderland. Ever so vigilant, standing watched as the many children scampered into the cars that carried them away to their warm and loving home. He and so many other alike reigned over the snowy plains. With all the humans bunch up together around one another, they were free to do as they please in absolute secret. This was their land, the land of the Snowmen.

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