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Little Red Sheep (Chapter Four)They fell like white feathers, swaying spontaneously in the light breeze and suspended themselves in the air with a twirling motion, sprinkling down onto the old roofs of every house and the branches of every tree.Little Red Sheep (Chapter Four) by peppernote
Aiden sat on the cold stiff wood of his front steps and marveled at the newly fallen snow. He kept his gaze, for as long as he could, on every snowflake individually as it fluttered about in the air and fell gracefully to the ground. He looked around. The streetlights illuminated the white roofs and the white yards. He pulled over his red hood and sat back on his palms, humming a soft tune to himself.
The door behind him creaked opened.
“You’re going to catch a cold, just sitting there.” A firm voice said. Aiden could tell by the low gentle grunt that it was his father.
He kept his gaze on the falling snow. “You use to tell me there was a mountain, far away where a boy lived up on the highest cave. And he sat on the edge…” He began to chuc