On the Morning of Heavy Snow, There Were No Footprints in Front of Our House
On a snowy morning, a person realizes their isolated home has left no trace, and discovers an unsettling truth about themselves.
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Did someone pass by and leave no mark? I began to wonder whether our house had ever connected with anyone at all.
I started clearing the snow from the front door. The snow seemed to block out every sound and every piece of news.
After clearing away the snow, I began to hear people's voices little by little. It was I who had cut off contact with the outside world.
It was the first time in so long that I saw another person, yet a new fear came rushing over me.
I want to hide. I want to flee. Not leaving a single footprint across the pure white snow.
Then when I looked back, my own footprints had disappeared too.
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