One Man's Misfortune

It was if no one cared, no one except for a single child who longed to find her only relation. The world was unforgivingly cold and frost bitten, just as was the form that lay in that lonely patch. Slender slabs of ice spread in an almost unnatural manner, seeming to hold on an object that was long since removed. A solemn face stood still upon the decrepit skull that was once a man. A small bed of soil littered with the needles of pines was home to the one once labeled as missing. The footsteps of another so evil no life dared to cover left a single trail of hope to bring justice to this forgotten corpse. It was as if not one living being had truly tried to solve the mystery of the missing man of December 23rd.