Hello lovely readers :)! For those of you who celebrate I wish you a fabulously HAPPY HOLIDAY and as Christmas Day draws near, don’t stress yourselves out too much getting everything in order ^_^. For those who don’t celebrate, *clinks glass* I hope the week’s been treating you well too and to all readers of this blog, I have a little gift for you ^_^.
The flash fiction piece I want to share today, has become something of a holiday tradition on this blog. As such, I haven’t changed anything from the original story, which was first posted in a series of Christmas-themed posts back in 2012. I hope you enjoy my gift of words, Santa’s Been Bad :):
“Santa’s dead,” she mumbled through tears. John bent low, his aim to comfort her,
“He’s not dead little one, you wait and see, there will be tons of presents under the tree come Christmas morning.” The girl sniffed, wiped her face and eyed her father uncertainly.
“He’s dead daddy, really it’s true.” John drew her into a consoling hug,
“Come now child, everything is alright, Santa will come and . . .” he stopped as she pulled away, her blue eyes looking up at him earnestly,
“Santa won’t come, there’s no way he can.” John frowned, not sure what to make of it all. He stood, contemplating calling his wife, surely she’d have better luck comforting the girl.
“Why are you saying that, you don’t want Santa to think you’re a bad girl do you?” He thought the joke would work, but it didn’t, the little girl remained stone-faced. She extended her arm, pointing in the direction of the other room.
“He’s dead daddy, just there.” John followed her gaze, spying an unfamiliar black boot attached to a body that was swallowed up by the darkness of the room. John gulped hard,
“Run upstairs to mummy quickly,” he whispered to her urgently, “Tell her to call the police.” His daughter didn’t run though, instead she came to stand in front of him, smiling now, though her cheeks remained tear-streaked.
“I can’t daddy, mummy’s dead too,” she said, way too calmly.
“Santa and mummy were being bad to you daddy, I had to make them stop.” John sank to the floor, the realisation of what had happened finally sinking in. Lilly sat beside him, holding his hand.
“Don’t be sad daddy, I don’t want to have to hurt you too.” ~
A little dark yes, but hey, the holidays get all types eh? ^_^
What are your favourite holiday-themed stories? Share with me in the comments below ^_^.
Have a very MERRY CHRISTMAS everyone and I’ll see you Friday ^_^!
Please note: After this long break the beginning of Chapter 16: Glamorous Lies, will be posted on ‘Jackie Jones on Wattpad.’. Look out for the Awakening Character Guide soon and catch up with the story using the link above, as with only FIVE chapters left, you’ll want to catch up ^_^.
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