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First Snow
Steve and Alice made snow shoe tracks into the cabin. He sips from a canteen. “Hurry Steve, I’ll make the coffee.” ****************************************************** She finished in the kitchen and entered the bedroom. Steve was motionless, pale, on his back. “Steve. Steve!” Opening his eyes he grabbed her. “Cold. It’s so cold.” ***************************************************** Two detectives huddle under snowflakes. “Who called it in?” “The neighbor.” From the squad car a woman watches. “You get a statement?” “Neighbor returns from town, sees her standing in the driveway crying. Called 911.” “Whatcha got inside, let me guess her husband?” “Affirmative, but get this, guy’s been dead a year.”
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