Melinda took out a single flimsy tissue and wiped away her tears. Not that it helped. The tears were endless, and the tissues limited. She cut a pitiful picture, sitting hunched over a half used box of tissues, crying bitterly.
There was another crunch on the snow, as if someone was walking towards her but couldn't move quickly because. She looked around wildly, but could make put nothing except the white expanse of snow.
"Who's there?' She called out in a nervous, tremulous voice, turning wildly to thank whoever had considered her worthy of his attention. The person must be as pitiful as her, she guessed. Otherwise why would he or she be out in this blizzard. "Who gave me the box of tissues? Hello? Can anyone hear me?"
She thought that she heard another crunch