A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words (not counting the title).
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“There is no Santa Claus” mommy said. “I told you when you were five. Such a stupid child.”
I hate mommy.
I put out milk, and oreos, my favourite, and carrots. Reindeer like carrots. This time Santa would come, he would.
“What foolishness! Go to your room! Stupid, stupid child.”
Maybe if I was awake Santa would come this year. But mommy made me drink warm milk.
In the morning I rushed downstairs! No presents. The cookies were still there. Mommy laughed.
“I told you. I've been telling you since you were five. Fifty years, my god!”
I hate mommy.
Good one, Kenny. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteMy goodness, this one is absolutely heartbreaking. What a twist. Well done ...
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