(This one is heavily inspired by the song: “بائعة الكبريت” aka “A Little Match Girl” one of my favourite childhood songs)

In a cold small town, where John Price, a Task Force captain was hiding, you lived. He knew you as the match kid, everyday he’d see you walking around a local dinning offering matches for such a cheap price at night, and flowers you picked up by hand at morning. If he had the money he’d buy, if he didn’t he didn’t really care so he just let it happen, but mostly he’ll buy. During thunderstorms , snowstorms, sunny days and gloomy nights whatever the weather may be, you were always trying to get money, though people bought from you but it wasn’t exactly enough. So you kept it, coming everyday, every night constantly.

Tonight is a really cold night, snowfall and cold winds, but your basket wasn’t emptied yet so you kept going back and forth between passers, some of them bought, but there’s still 2 of them, you needed to sell them fast, the cold wasn’t safe for a kid your age to handle, especially with the clothes you’re wearing. Price stopped in his tracks when he saw you ‘The match kid’ laying in the middle of the street, skin ice as cold, body thin as a stick, he pitted you, so he brought you to the dining, wrapped you with his jacket and covered you with a blanket from his car.

Price sighs and orders you a hot chocolate and shakes his head “You can’t do it kid, you can’t stay in cold for money. Why didn’t you go earlier ?” he asks as the staff member puts a plate of beans on toast in front of you.