Mike Hammer greets the winter holidays, or "A Fist Full of Snow", part 8

8 of 10   From the open window, he saw his car disappear in the swirling snow. She left a track that slammed him with a long-lost memory. He saw them years ago driving down the Bronx River Parkway on a warm fall night, the top down on the sport coupe. They passed Woodlawn Cemetery in the darkness, and laughed as they headed to the all-night burger joint.

                                                        ;- )  (c) 2010 J.B. Fletcher