it? But he preferred sweets over anything… maybe he should get a box of chocolate instead? Mother would love chocolate too. Assorted chocolates or a single kind; he weighed the pros and cons of each. He broke from his thoughts for a second as the streetlamps flickered on. It was really that dark out already. Shop lights filtered through the transparent windows, painting snow a soft warm hue.
He pushed through crowds of people as he progressed his way to his destination. He passed by shadows of bread by the window, clothes, toys, and other things. The couples sitting on benches below Christmas trees made him feel fuzzy. Some were sharing snacks and drinks, others with photos, some just enjoying each other's company. He thought of his parents, that they were once young too and once sat under a crystal-lit tree too. He longed to spend his own Christmases with someone too when he grew older and found someone.
He turned in through the automatic doors of the small candy shop. He knew the scent of the caramelized shop anywhere. The warmth of the heater
Alyssa Vasquez, Grade 10