The first snowfall came silently like icing sugar over a cake, the snow stuck to the frozen ground, making it slippy under foot.
Jack walked to the abandoned pub, he had tried to get a bed next to the soup kitchen but it was all ready full. He didn’t like the pub but it was out of the cold and wet.
He got inside via a broken window, there were other people which he ignored and got into a corner seat, safe there, he slept whilst the snow continued, knowing in the morning he would have to face the streets again.
(Inspired by; https://only100words.xyz/2019/12/12/three-line-tales-week-202/ with thanks).