It's that time in the morning where it isn't as dark at night but but the sun hasn't started to rise. A little grey kitten danced in the fresh snow enjoying watching as his foot prints chase him around. No matter no matter how far or fast he ran, the prints would keep up.
Smoke began to spill out of the tops of houses signaling the start of a new day. Pots and pans rattled in the warm and cozy kitchens. The smell of rashers and eggs poured out onto the the streets and right to where Alex was standing.
He stood there with a smile on his face and a somewhat blank stare. He wore nothing, but a scarf and an overcoat.
The sun was rising and children flooded the streets on their way to school however Alex didn't move. In fact he stood there most of the day.
Mothers and fathers left for work and then returned for lunch anticipating their children's arrival.
Little Joey ran up the steps two by two. Before he went through the light colored he called out "Hi Alex." then dashed inside the small house. However Alex didn't answer. He just stood there smiling like he had a secret. When Joey came back outside the sun was high in the sky and there were sounds of melted snow dripping everywhere. Joey jumped down the stairs. He stopped and looked at Alex, giving him a funny look. The boy walked up to the other and placed a hand on his own head. He stretched his hand out, but it hovered a few inches over Alex's head.
Joey silently walked back to school with a grave expression on his face knowing the fate that was to befall Alex.