The mental image of this is hilarious.

Well done!

until I read “in rags” I figured this was the story of a rich little boy playing in the same snow that was going to end up killing an entire family and I thought, that’s pretty dark

then I thought it was the story of a poor boy enjoying the simple joy of the snow while rich snooty folk walked by, hating him for his pleasure

now he’s a breathing statue and I don’t know what to think but I like it

“then I thought it was the story of a poor boy enjoying the simple joy of the snow while rich snooty folk walked by, hating him for his pleasure”

That one.

This reminded me of the Little Matchstick Girl, you write the saddest ficlies.