The knife in the fire was a golden color. It was burning among the eyes. The baked knife halted down to cold water. The upstream water vapor that lurks. There was no sign of George's garage at all snow covered almost every portion out side the garage . Out side the blurred glass of garage there was nothing see everything become covered by heavy snowfall .
In the steam from the water, George's face become reddish .

George pulled the knife out of the water and take his knife to the eye and made sure that its sharpness and it's end were accurate . George made a horn for the knife quickly . Good look he said . He took a knife and put it to the bag and wiped his face . He slowly opened the door and went out of the garage . The snow particles did not have the strength to sustain the footsteps of George . The footsteps of George stretching on the pile of snow ..

.....To be continued...... Like and comments please...