It's a little early, but please enjoy a small Christmas gift from me to all of you: a Christmas drabble I wrote for a holiday contest several years ago.
Have Yourself a Merry Little Relapse
“Look what you made me do!” Morty hissed through gritted teeth at the now-headless gingerbread man, tempted to smash the remaining cookies.
“Deep breaths,” he whispered. Doctor Elfendorfer, the addiction specialist, had stressed proper oxygenation.
Jingling interrupted his thoughts; Morty spun, his own hat jangling. Cripes! He can’t catch me again!
Morty panicked, shoving the rest of the cookie into his mouth before diving behind the couch. Moments later, Santa crossed from chimney to table and sighed.
“More gingerbread. Oh, well. I’ll bring them back to the workshop. It was always Morty’s his favorite.”
Still hidden, Morty suppressed a groan.
© 2012 Brandon Barrows
Have Yourself a Merry Little Relapse
“Look what you made me do!” Morty hissed through gritted teeth at the now-headless gingerbread man, tempted to smash the remaining cookies.
“Deep breaths,” he whispered. Doctor Elfendorfer, the addiction specialist, had stressed proper oxygenation.
Jingling interrupted his thoughts; Morty spun, his own hat jangling. Cripes! He can’t catch me again!
Morty panicked, shoving the rest of the cookie into his mouth before diving behind the couch. Moments later, Santa crossed from chimney to table and sighed.
“More gingerbread. Oh, well. I’ll bring them back to the workshop. It was always Morty’s his favorite.”
Still hidden, Morty suppressed a groan.
© 2012 Brandon Barrows
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