Sleddingfree

bites on bread says things in her head and doesn't say them aloud crunch crunch go the thoughts walking acrosss frosty ground waiting in the parking lot crunch softly the whispers outside the toy factory grows silent quiet as the shshshshshshshshshshs sounds of a shivering tree that has already shed its leaves a sharp clack clack across the store the windows open shush shut behind us here we are but what can we have in this silent corridor I take a hand and look around waiting for the right thing to attach snow outside better grab a broomstick then he pushes me aside a sled is bettter on a volcano you see we have to drag you up there no matter what we leave and as silent as that night is the next morning I am served up on a dish down the mountain what fun!