Amuse Buche
By Valkyrie
“It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year” blared from the parking lot speakers, assaulting my ears like the pelting snow stinging my face. I pulled my knit hat over my ears and huddled into my black peacoat. I quickened my steps, although it was an exercise in futility. Moving through the ankle-deep snow wasn’t easy, even with sturdy boots. Plus, I was moving toward the annoying music, not away from it.
My breath followed me in puffs, then vanished, instant