The Frozen Man

The most peculiar thing happened on the eleventh of November, just as the snow had begun to drift down.  

The snow assumed a peculiar shape, like a man frozen in snow. Passers-by ventured ahead to rescue him, but the shadow was elusive for their almost frozen hands.

An old lady stepped out of the crowd and waved. Surprisingly, the shadow waved back.

Her husband was a martyr in the war, and had died on 11^th November. She came here on the day, every year, hoping that he would take her with him. In a moment, she had dropped dead.

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