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It’s New Year’s Day, a time for new beginnings and setting the stage for things to come. Factory worker Kevin usually starts with a day off, but this year he’s working the usually year-end inventory. He is disgruntled, but doing as he’s asked until he can get out of there and return home to his wife and kids. 

But not everything is business as usual on this New Year’s Day as Kevin discovers an old evil has returned to pick up where it left off and the only thing it wants is to help him be a better person, no matter how much blood it has to spill in the process. 

Kevin is forced to take a hard look at his life and decide if this is it for him, if this job, this home, this family, is what really fulfills him, or if there’s more he could be doing. And how far is he willing to go to reach his potential?

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ISBN: 9781516383481
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NEW YEAR’S DAY

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C. DENNIS MOORE

I’ve always made a habit to start the new year with a day off work.  It sets the tone for the year to come, a day of relaxation and rest.  Except this year.  For some reason our bosses had decided the first day of the year would be a great time for our usually year end inventory.

Everyone else saw it as a bonus because it meant a longer Christmas holiday, those not working it, that is.  I saw it as a pain in the ass and a disruption to my plan.

Since there are only six of us in our department counting several thousand tons of wire, they pull people from other areas of the plant to help, and we work in teams of two, one to work the forklift and move the pallets of wire, the other to scan the tags and do the counting.  These outside people see it as a vacation; they’re getting paid to do something besides their regular job.  For the ones who actually work in inventory, not so much.

So there I was, counting inventory.  We were on hour four and had barely even made a dent when we broke for lunch.  The company ordered two dozen pizzas and as much as I wanted to get out of there, I took my time and ate as many as I could force down, because it was warm in the break room.

A half dozen guys were at one of the corner tables, talking about the coming year and how they hoped the economy got better and how the Chiefs were going to do and what was the best place to fish when summer finally arrived.  A couple of the younger ones, the new guys who hadn’t been there long enough to avoid being volunteered for inventory because none of the union guys with seniority wanted to do it, sat by themselves talking about New Year's and who had made resolutions and who hadn’t.  Seriously, I thought.  People still do that?

Tom Brooks, an old guy who’d worked there twenty years, sat alone against the wall, and watched.  He caught me watching and he gave me the what’s up nod.  I returned it, then went back to people watching and eating pizza.

I just wanted to be done counting and go home.  But I didn’t want to leave the warm break room.  My boss came in and said, Kevin, are you almost done?

I nodded and said, Only two more shelves in that rack.

"Okay,