His Special Friend
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
Copyright © 2011 by Rochelle H. Ragnarok
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It was a cold and breezy day in the middle of winter with the sun shining bright giving off deceptive summer days midst the nippy weather, the young children ran about, building snow men, castles, igloos to “live” in, and fought furious snowball fights in their powdered fortresses. The wind carried the merriment into the distance near the park. The row of houses stretched down a winding road barely ever travelled by no one but the residents. Across the long and smooth dark highway lie a woody area where the trees—once green and lush, now nothing more than the bare bones of their former selves as the winter months nipped at the greenery. Desolate during these times, the sole signs of life were the decorative houses with its seasonal garlands and lights.