Misfortunes' Windfall Page 8
by John Jeng
laid out for her and slipped into a pair of sneakers. Bungo dropped Tabitha apartment key into a shoe locker attached to the front door. Then he parted the curtains that covered the sliding door to the veranda. A flood of light burst through followed by a mighty gust blowing into the apartment. Tabitha gasped. I’m dreaming, she thought. The scenery outside was a forest of pine trees covered in snow. Christmas never looked so picturesque in real life.