The boy stood on the doorstep, raised his hand to the doorbell, and pressed it. Two seconds later, the dampened sound was followed by a shuffling and the door swung open. An old man stepped out.
The young boy took a deep breath, and released his well-rehearsed line. "Hello sir, my name is Adam. My troop is selling wreaths for this Christmas season. Would you like to buy one?"
The old man look out from sad eyes, his face permanantly drooping into a frown.
He shook his head, and apologized. The scout frowned, deflated, and thanked the man for his time.
He trudged to the next door, and rang the doorbell.
"Hello ma'am, my name is Adam. My troop is selling wreaths for this Chrismas season..."
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This is a simple snapshot, but I like it. Please comment and critique.~
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