A GAME.

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So I haven't been posting recently, which is sort of a combo attack of Plurk eating my attention and life being . . . I don't want to say boring because I'm not BORED, but to other people it would probably be boring because it consists of a lot of "TODAY WE WENT TO GET CUPCAKES AND IT WAS CUPCAKE HAPPY HOUR! THEN I CLEANED THE KITCHEN SOME

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She looked at the clock as she worked. The big hand was past the four, so Dad should be home soon, even with all the snow on the road, but it was too sad to just leave Billy buried like that. Lisa’s little plastic hands could only manage a few flakes of snow at a time. Janie decided it was because she was crying too hard to see what she was doing.

Downstairs, the phone was ringing, breaking the silence in the house. Janie wasn’t supposed to answer the phone if she was home alone, but it was hard to ignore; whoever it was kept calling back, over and over. She decided it was Lisa’s sister trying to contact her. But Lisa couldn’t answer, because she was-

Where was she? The truck’s dump had slipped again, burying Lisa along with her husband. It was pretty pathetic when a toy could only do one thing and it couldn’t even get that right. Now they were both dead. The phone downstairs had even stopped ringing, as if it were really buried in the snow along with the victims. The silence stretched out through the house again; Janie could hear the snow landing on the roof. She crawled over to her toys to find Amy, Lisa and Billy’s daughter. It was too bad for Amy she had to see this, but someone had to find them, right? It would be too sad if Amy never found out where they’d gone. What would happen in the spring when the snow melted? Would they melt with it, leaving nothing behind?