Tobin watches as Santa leaves. He picks up the sprinkles and hands them to Mrs. Claus as she puts down the icing. Mrs. Claus looks at the elf, and a sly smile crosses her lips as she notices the concerned expression on his face. “Something on your mind, Tobin?” she asks.
Category: Short Stories
First Night 12/11/20
A little over a week ago, I bought this house. Built about 120 years ago, I expect it to have a few problems. This is a true and honest account of my first night in my house.
The Chase 9/27/20
a “thud” and lurch let me know that they had hit my vehicle. I turned on my blinker and prepared to pull over to exchange insurance information when again I looked in the mirror. This time, the passenger was holding up a handgun.
The New Mesiah 8/2/20
The secret service is intimidating enough but waiting in a secured room for so long after being virtually grabbed out of her car made it so much more difficult. She was surprised that they had the same idea of addressing the people regarding her status that she had, although the message was very different.
Why 5/22/20
It just seems so absurd but until this moment, it never really hit her. She just never thought about her routine, the streets, the buildings. She suddenly looked around at the hundreds of tall buildings, the shortest of which typically have at least ten floors, and the rooms.
Ugh 5/11/20
so sore. What did I do yesterday? I can’t really remember, but I’m so stiff. Did I exercise? Every muscle is sore.
The Man in the Bowler Hat 1/16/20
He is a diminutive man, impeccably dressed but his style is about a century out of date.
Santa Meets Dasher 12/24/19
That was marvelous, but Nicholas looked at the sleigh. There was still something missing.
Halloween 10/31/19
We almost lost your daddy a year ago. We're celebrating that he's still with us.
Mom 10/28/19
“Judy and I were just talking; dad is…well, we’re at his funeral, and mom is…she’s just not…”
