The First

Jeremy was startled.

Just as he had stepped out of the house, *it* had appeared on his nice and brand new glove.

He eyed it, petrified by awe.
It was ...
perfect.

Of course he had seen similar ones, in the 4 years of his life.
But this one felt ... familiar, appeared original, as if no member of its kind had existed before.

There was no doubt, this one was special.
And therefore he turned back, ran up the stairs and rang furiously.

But when his mum opened,
the first
snowflake of the winter
had
melted
into ...

nothingness.