Getaway

“It’s not safe to venture out there, Don,” my wife says, taking my hand. “Let’s wait till sunrise.”

“Fine.”

I sit, watching the snowfall. I can see her reflection, her perfect smile drawing closer.

“Care for some tea?” she asks.

I nod.

She returns, a cup and teapot on a tray. “Sugar?”

I make a peace sign.

“I think coming here was a perfect idea.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. Now I finally have what I need for my latest novel,” she says.

“Will you finish it soon?”

“Absolutely, darling.”

I turn and see her approaching—ax poised high and a grin growing wider.