"Thank you for coming".
Sand steps out of the supermarket, sighing out steams, it was already snowing again and it was getting cold.
He headed back home but on his way, he saw a group of people gathered along with some police light and an ambulance.
Whispers going on around.
"An accident?" He said puzzled.
"Poor child it was a hit and run"
"Just how long has he been out here"
"Poor thing, an awful sight"
"Doesn't he have a guardian or something? He shouldn't be playing out here alone"
Sand heart skipped a bit, what was this feeling.
In panic he drops the bag he was holding as he rushed towards there, fighting his way through the small crowd and then he was at the front, the yellow line restricting him from going further.
The police already covered the body doing their rounds.
Sand stood there in shock, his eyes wide with horror, endless blood was around, signifying the accidents took place like hours ago.
