Death At the Summit

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Genres: Fiction
I tossed it for Moo, and he bounded ahead to grab it then raced back. The cafeteria was off limits to Moo, but the dining room was separate. It was used as a casual hang-out area for the center, and the tables had been arranged around a large Christmas tree.
The Christmas tree was real, as evidenced by the pile of needles that where vacuumed up a few times a day by the janitorial staff. The tree was covered in an assortment of ornaments from shiny, plastic balls to expensive custom ornaments to handmade paper ornaments made by Mary and me. For the past month, when we weren’t working or shooting, we’d been crafting. There were bows, guns, and Great Danes covering the tree.
The center had traded names of those who wanted to exchange gifts, and the wrapped boxes sat under the tree. Mary and I had made little gift bags for the employees together. Until my divorce was final and the assets were broken up, I was living on my meager salary.
The air was filled with the quiet sound of Christmas
... songs, which had replaced the local station’s selection of pop and country music.MoreLess
Death At the Summit
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