Literature
The Light in the Palm of Your Hand-II
A boy sneezes. He sniffles and hugs himself tightly to keep warm.
I'm really cold, he thought miserably, sitting down in an alleyway stinking of urine and marijuana. At least it was dry and not very small. All the boy had to do was hold his nose. Looking up at the sky, through his colorless black eyes, he saw a sky sprinkling snowflakes onto the earth below. The snow drifted down dreamily onto the streets. Soon, everything would be blanketed in a world of white, the same pale shade of his skin.
I'll have to leave before then, he thought to himself. But for now, I want to just to close my eyes for a little bit.
A few minutes ago, the boy ha