Friday Fiction: Terror Trees on Vail II

Terror Trees on Vail II
by Paul Salamone

RICKY HATED THE FAKE SNOW. He hated the perfect moguls, the perfect half-pipes, the perfect little jumps. He hated the fact that he put off skiing his whole life, and now it was all fake, perfect and fake.

The weather outside, all over the world, was a balmy 96 degrees, yet the owners of Vail III managed to keep the temperature inside the resort?s 250 dome-covered acres at an archaic 38 degrees year-round, from Summer to Super Summer to Illegal to Go Outside or Do Anything Physical Summer.

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