viii: snowflakes

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zoe stood just inside the shop doors,

peeking out to watch dan.

he stood there for a few moments after she left,

gazing into the distance

with an unreadable look in his eyes.

finally, with a decisive head nod and a grit of his teeth,

he turned into the entrance of a nearby park.

zoe watched him as she stepped out into the cold.

she tipped her head back and stared at the bleak sky,

catching snowflakes on her tongue

in an attempt to drown the seed of curiosity

that this brown-eyed boy

had planted in her heart.

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