Wait—
Yes ... right there. And there.
Construction reflectors?
He stared at the twin points of yellow light for several minutes. Finally he gripped the revolver a little bit tighter and began moving closer.
The snow underfoot fell silent and the sole of his right shoe suddenly skewed beneath him. He wavered for balance briefly—and fell. Smack! The flashlight's lens broke against the glassy ground and its beam fell dormant.
Some Mag-light, he thought. You were supposed to be able to use them as clubs!
He sat up. Glancing about, he realized the snowy lot was cluttered with large patches of ice. He hadn't even noticed them earlier, yet the slippery sheets of glass were everywhere, spread about randomly like creeping glaciers—some big, some small. He chuckled at himself: Small and sneaky
