First Snow

A short short story in the police procedural gengre

First Snow


Steve and Alice made snow shoe tracks into the cabin. He sips from a canteen.
“Hurry Steve, I’ll make the coffee.”
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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.”
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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.”