Matt lurched,
almost falling, as he mounted a table.
His boss
frowned but screw it Matt was salesperson of the year. Noticing his empty glass
Matt made a beeline for the bar.
Pamela from
accounts glanced at mistletoe above them.
“Not on your life Pimply Pam.”
Matt scoffed.
“Mistletoe
wards away evil spirits.” The bartender huffed and poured a shot of whisky.
“This is the
only spirit I’m interested in.” Matt countered snatching the bottle.
“A woman scorned
is nothing to scoff at either.”
Just as he found a quiet corner to enjoy his whiskey
icy fingers encircled his neck.
Carya eyed the river of stone distrustfully. All was quiet but recent experience
had made her wary. Without warning one of those mechanical monstrosities could
appear in a blaze of flashing lights and howling noise.
Taking a deep breath she dashed across. After
all she had nothing left to lose. Her daughter was dead and she would know why.
Then…….she didn’t know.
The increasingly faint pulse of her daughter’s
heart tree had led her to this strange dwelling. Steeling herself she peered
inside and keened in agony. Then…….she didn’t know.
Why had they desecrated her daughter’s body in garish colours and twinkling lights?
Craig, I enjoyed reading your stories. Two very different works that reveal such interesting aspects of the holiday. Great mysteries and imagination!
ReplyDeleteBravo on these two. I feel sorry for Dryads this time of year, so I use an artificial tree.
ReplyDeleteThe trees take the brunt again, strong work, thank you!
ReplyDeleteHa! I love the unique take on the Christmas tree tale, Craig. Reminds me a bit of this, although a bit less, you know, horrific.
ReplyDeletePoor Carya and her daughter! LoL I agree with Loren, that's what this reminded me of too :)
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