Jack sighed, his cold breath frosting the dark window in front of him. The last of the tavern's patrons had been thrown out; no one remained awake in the village. No one but Jack. Even the Moon didn't shine in the sky tonight. He was all alone.
With the tip of his finger, Jack drew a small figure in the frost. A friend, someone to keep him company. He smiled. He added some more figures, surrounding his new friend with a small crowd. They all touched as if holding hands. Jack trailed his fingers along the pictures, wishing they would peel of the windowpane to come play with him.
He didn't see any reason why they shouldn't be able to do exactly that. They were ice and he could make ice play with him. Feeling the frost under his finger, he pulled his hand away, willing the figure beneath to follow, to come to life. Frost splintered into flakes, but they kept their shape. A little animated figure of snow danced around Jack, making him smile in triumph and wonder. He did it again with the next one, and again, and again, until all of his little snow friend left the window to come dance with him. Jack laughed.
He was still alone, and maybe he would always be, but at least he could pretend. In the sleeping village, under the moonless sky, Jack played with his creations and, if he really tried, he could even imagine they laughed with him.
Have a super short chapter!
