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    Paper Snowflakes
    Paper Snowflakes
    Paper Snowflakes
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    Paper Snowflakes

    By David Schibi

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    Snowfall on Christmas Eve is a magical thing.
    But Jeff Killian doesn’t believe in miracles - and he expects this to be his final Christmas. His only wish is to spend it with his estranged daughter but that would take a Christmas miracle - and the power to believe - and those only exist in TV movies.
    After years of bad luck can Jeff believe enough to make his final Christmas wish come true?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGambler Press
    Release dateDec 29, 2010
    ISBN9781458070791
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      Paper Snowflakes - David Schibi

      Paper Snowflakes

      David Schibi

      Copyright 2010 by David Schibi

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      The rural, two-lane highway was blanketed in snow. It only happened once - maybe twice - every so many years in southwest Missouri, but when a snow storm happened, it was usually a pretty good one.

      Even rarer was a snowfall on Christmas Eve.

      Visibility was below low. Even if anyone had been around, no one would have been able to see the powdery snow whirl in and of itself on the right side of Highway EE. Like a mini-tornado the snow swirled into a thick cloud, the narrow bottom of it never leaving the snow-covered ground.

      By the time the lights from the lone oncoming vehicle penetrated the snow blind, the mini-tornado was gone. In its place hobbled an old man with a white, chest long beard. He carried no bags, only gripped a wooden cane with both wrinkled hands. His feet sunk up to his ankles in the snow as he crunched slowly north.

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      The dash board lever was set as far to the ‘warm’ side as it would go, but the air coming out of the vents wasn’t very warm. In fact, Jeff Killian’s feet were as cold as the snow outside his seventy-nine Mercury Grand Marquis.

      . . .unexpected snowfall could reach the one foot mark by morning, the reporter on the radio said. "Meteorologists are still baffled. I guess the

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