Mary hummed Christmas carols as Johnny led the way through the thick pine forest. The snow was deep and the going slow. The ax Johnny rested on his shoulder gleamed silver in the afternoon light that filtered down through the heavy limbs. They trudged for what seemed like an hour before Johnny stopped and looked to the sky.
The pair stood side by side before the most beautiful tree they had ever seen.
“It’s lovely,” Mary whispered.
It was the last thing she ever whispered, as the ax blade smashed into her skull, splitting her head in two.
The pair stood side by side before the most beautiful tree they had ever seen.
“It’s lovely,” Mary whispered.
It was the last thing she ever whispered, as the ax blade smashed into her skull, splitting her head in two.
