Gray Snow

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SEAN RAISED THE maul axe, pretending the log was his boss’s head. He brought the blade down and cleaved it into two clean pieces, stomped over to the wood pile, grabbed another thick log from under the tarp, and placed it on the stump.

His fat boss’s face appeared again on the log. In his fantasy, his boss was talking down to him in that tone of his. Arrogant. Dismissive. Unappreciative. Sean lifted the maul axe high into the air and dropped it through his boss’s skull, cutting off his words midsentence. Silence. Sean took off one glove and wiped his face, tipping his head back, breathing in the menthol-like air and releasing his anger little by little in vaporized breaths that floated into the darkening sky.

His family had already spent so much on the house and the supplies and the move. They couldn’t go back. Not even if his boss demanded it. Not after everything.

“Why aren’t you using the machine?” a small, high-pitched voice asked behind him.

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