Most of my friends know I have an addiction to writing tiny little stories. I thought that on the eve of the end of the world I would share one of my favorite seasonal ones with readers.
The following little Christmas story appeared in Flashshot on December 23, 2010. I thought it was the perfect tale to repeat today. I hope you agree.
By Gwen Mayo
Edith loved Christmas. She delighted in decorating.
His inventions weren’t able to stop the progression of her illness. Harvey smiled and adjusted the gears of his clockwork wife.
This year would be different.
He threw open the drapes so the neighborhood could watch Edith decorate the tree.
The snowball fight on his front lawn abruptly ended. Frightened children ran home to their mothers.
He saw pointing fingers followed by closed shades.
Gears turned and clockwork Edith followed his wife’s commands.
“Just wait Edith,” he said. “Christmas Eve I’ll let you fly the clockwork sleigh with my zombie Santa.”
For the record, I don't believe that the world is going to end tomorrow. If I did, I am sure I would be rambling off more profound thoughts.
Okay, even if I knew the world was ending I would still be eating cookies and writing silly stories. Chocolate chip anyone? They're yummy.