“It’s not safe to venture out there, Don,” my wife says, taking my hand. “Let’s wait till sunrise.”
I sit, watching the snowfall. I can see her reflection, her perfect smile drawing closer.
“Care for some tea?” she asks.
She returns, a cup and teapot on a tray. “Sugar?”
I make a peace sign.
“I think coming here was a perfect idea.”
“Yes. Now I finally have what I need for my latest novel,” she says.
“Will you finish it soon?”
I turn and see her approaching—ax poised high and a grin growing wider.