Arrus

Snow collected atop the aging wayfarer’s hair as he was led to trudge towards a small corner in the city. Upon arriving, he looked up to see what he walked all this way for. His eyes widened as he stood, aghast and fixated on the missive before him. The content itself did not disturb the man but the mere fact that it was a child who had guided him to see this poster. He opened his mouth, but no words came out but a single, breathless “Oh...”