The unexpected in the snow
The snow was falling lightly, on a cold January afternoon in Brussels.
But it doesn't matter to the children.
In the parks shouts of joy rose up in the silence of the streets, crossed by a few cars, marked by short passage of hasty pedestrians.
Just a few inches was accumulated on the sidewalks, the shop windows shone with new stylish expectations.
Like those small heels that sounded rhythmic, the lithe skirt, the coat and the veil that framed his blond curls .
Belgium walking secure from one side to the other of the city, with the papers close to her chest.
The kids ran darting heedless among the passers-by, there was a news in town.
A crowd screaming and grinning had gathered in front of the newsagent.
The coins were collected quickly, the pages of a comic strip leafed with greed.
Soon that howling herd vanished, leaving our poor nation on earth and with cards ruined.
While trying to fix the repairable and her crooked cap, Belgium saw flutter ahead some crumpled papers, perhaps forgotten by some careless child.
Rising picked it up them, reading the contents an amused smile born from his lips, accompanied by a crystalline laugh.
Oh yes, the documents were damaged, she had semi-wet clothes and maybe a hat torn, now irreparable, and Belgium was sure of this .
As well as the fantastic adventures of TinTin that she would have read, while she walked home.
There was enough time to think for an excuses, that she would be presented tomorrow to his boss.
Hi guys,
10 January 1929 takes the first exit of TinTin comic's, a famous reporter and investigator, well, here I wrote as Belgium would have known this famous character, a fun, similar to what I used for England!
A warm greeting and see you soon,
Sachi93 .