The light flickered in the dim room.
“The battery must be running out” muttered Tom to himself as he grabbed his coat, shoving his sandwich inside. He hurried to the door, but before been able to push it open was meet with a cry, followed by an energetic child running down the stairs.
“It’s snowed father. It’s snowed!” His face produced a smile bigger than what should be possible. “We can go sledding when you get back from work.” Tom turned back to the door, opening it onto a white wonderland, a faint smile tugged the corners of his mouth.
-Caitlin
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