Dad sees no footprints in the snow, though you know something was out there. You hear its hoofs on the roof. The chortling sounds nearly human. It waits in the chimney, or behind the tree with its eyes blinking like bulbs, carrying a sack full of children who seek out Santa. It has adapted to hunt this time of year.
Hilarious!
ReplyDeleteLoved it.
ReplyDeleteJohn, you are too much!
ReplyDeleteMary
very nice! Maybe you should expand it for this Santa contest? http://kazkapress.net/current-flash-fiction-contest/
ReplyDeleteWell there's definitely a bigger story within these few words waiting to burst free.
ReplyDeleteDenise
Makes sense now you've made me think about it.
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