The Tailor smiled at your snowy beard as she sowed buttons onto your crimson coat. You smiled back, a half-conscious response. You knew exactly what she was thinking. ‘He looks just like Santa Claus’.
The store-clerk nodded approvingly as you
handed him an oversized sack. The same thoughts were flashing through his brain
and it was second nature to encourage them.
The man at the gun shop was different. Didn’t
even bother to glance up from his copy of ammunition weekly as he handed you
the silencer. You smirked, ‘Silent night’ indeed. At Christmas red was better
camouflage than black.
This Santa's red is dark indeed. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great subversion of expectations. Nice twist!
ReplyDeleteYou better watch out! Nice story.
ReplyDeleteDefinitely a dark Christmas offering. Well done :)
ReplyDeleteA horror more powerful for being mundane
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