Friday, December 16, 2016

Advent Ghosts 2016: Under the Mistletoe and Tree

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. 
Why had they desecrated her daughter’s body in garish colours and twinkling lights?   


  1. Craig, I enjoyed reading your stories. Two very different works that reveal such interesting aspects of the holiday. Great mysteries and imagination!

  2. Bravo on these two. I feel sorry for Dryads this time of year, so I use an artificial tree.

  3. The trees take the brunt again, strong work, thank you!

  4. Ha! I love the unique take on the Christmas tree tale, Craig. Reminds me a bit of this, although a bit less, you know, horrific.

  5. Poor Carya and her daughter! LoL I agree with Loren, that's what this reminded me of too :)