© 2009 Hachiko Yukimora
She walked through the abundance of snow the next morning. Her boots crunching into the plethora of frozen fluff, and it brought her great joy. The instances were tiresome, though, having to lift up her feet to keep her pace. Though her adventure was hard on her diminutive body, her determination took over, and she was once again, peering through secretly into the toy shop across the yard. The old man was missing, and it was dark inside. Only the light from the sky was giving her enough to look inside. The little girl could see her breath upon the frosty window, as it melted away insufficient ice into dew. She wonders where the man was, gaping here and there. There was nobody to be found, she finds herself alone, the snow around her untouched within nothing but her own footsteps. Everything seemed still.
I wish, I wish… The girl thought to herself, her eyes fixated on something round in the window. Squinting her eyes to see, she recognizes it straight away. It was so small, perhaps too delicate to hold. She thinks that perhaps her mother would like to have it. But what to do, since she was so small, she had no money to do such. And then, ah-ha!
She did not wait today for her mother to call. In fact, the little girl began to make her way towards the warm and hearty home that she shared. From time to time, the girl would look back, watching the shop grow smaller and smaller. Across the courtyard, she stops in front of the wooden door. Her mother was still sleeping, she knew. So, she slowly creeks the door open, and then slowly closed it.
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