Cold winter snow drifted around him. The space above his head was dark and hazy. It was only a little after school had just let up, yet it seemed like dusk had already fallen. Just a couple more days left, he thought, counting his fingers. One, two… and a half. His anticipation of winter break boiled in his mind. He didn't feel cold at all.
His father had already returned from his work trip yesterday. Mom's making her signature soup to celebrate, he rejoiced.
He withdrew some loose change and a keychain that stuck on from his pocket. He furrowed his brows as he tried to separate the charm with his thick winter gloves. He absentmindedly shoved it back into his pocket as his attention was turned towards putting the coins into a vending machine.
vrrrrrr… ca-chak
The boy lifted up the can. He could feel its heat seeping through his gloves. The black crows fluttered nearby, their shadows dancing haphazardly, as if they were searching for something to eat. He opened his can,
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Calista Lin