‘I think I wished too hard…’
He was only a small boy, but today, he could not see his feet. In fact, he could not even see his knees. As he stepped out of his front door on this cold and wintery day, he quickly realised that today was different.
Today, his wish had come true.
Rather than being able to stare down at his slightly football-knock bruised knees.
Rather than even being able to look at his shiny wellies with his favourite cartoon character staring back at him.
Today, he was knee deep in the whitest, crispest, coldest, most beautiful snow that he had ever seen.
All of a sudden, he felt like the boy in the ‘Snowman.’ He really was walking in the air.
Excitement bubbled up inside him, as he began to explore this strange new world in which he was now a part.
All too soon, his play was cut short. The sky that had once been light beige, hung a heavy and deep grey. The white landscape before him began to turn entirely white as the next blizzard began its visitation.
As he dried out in front of the long radiator by the window, the boy stared out through the blizzard. Realising that the snow that had come up to his knees was slowly growing deeper and deeper and deeper, the boy took a deep, disappointment, almost frightened, breath.
“Perhaps I wished too hard”
He whispered to himself.
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