Prompt 122
Snowflakes fell on the festive scene, speckling his black toboggan like dandruff.
His fists were clenched knots yearning to escape his posckets. His shoulders hunched forward. His steps were slow and cautious.
Peace. Love. Joy. Those words were everywhere.
He saw the little girl reach up and clasp the woman's gloved hand.
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