Misty fog covered the horizon as gently the pearl, white snow  fell landing with a quiet tingle. It was bitterly cold and the wind blew hard.

Skipping on the icy pavement I jumped up with a excitement and landed with a crack. On the wall a huge blackboard lay.  Filled with names delicately written in bright silver chalk. A large wooden post was perched under neath carrying one bare piece of silver chalk. One space on the blackboard was left bare so I wrote the letters Elma. The name my dad used to call me before he left.

Creak. Something was behind me. It was moving quickly. Turning around a doll shop crowded my vision. A boy doll alone on an empty stool. I walked closer.