HT100 Challenge #87: It's the holiday season -- Christmas Gifts (or whatever)
And because I'm in such a creative mood...
"Christmas Gifts (or whatever)"
Word count: 111.
"What did you get?" Rebadow asks, shuffling the cards.
Sucking at his thumb, O'Reily snickers: "Chocolate."
"Guess you're not sharin', huh?"
One dismissive glance at Keller, foot thrown over the table:
"Not with you."
"Augustus?"
"A sappy book written by some Bronte chick. Annabella's got a thing for this kinda shit."
"Which Bronte?"
"How the fuck am I to know, Beecher?"
"Keller?"
"Socks. Three different fuckin' pairs from all three of them. Talk about lack of inspiration."-- leaning in his chair, yelling and waving at Said: "Merry Christmas, *Kareem*!"
"You're a real moron, you know that?" Beecher mutters, looking over his daughter's Christmas card for the 1000-th time.
"Yeah, your moron."
"Christmas Gifts (or whatever)"
Word count: 111.
"What did you get?" Rebadow asks, shuffling the cards.
Sucking at his thumb, O'Reily snickers: "Chocolate."
"Guess you're not sharin', huh?"
One dismissive glance at Keller, foot thrown over the table:
"Not with you."
"Augustus?"
"A sappy book written by some Bronte chick. Annabella's got a thing for this kinda shit."
"Which Bronte?"
"How the fuck am I to know, Beecher?"
"Keller?"
"Socks. Three different fuckin' pairs from all three of them. Talk about lack of inspiration."-- leaning in his chair, yelling and waving at Said: "Merry Christmas, *Kareem*!"
"You're a real moron, you know that?" Beecher mutters, looking over his daughter's Christmas card for the 1000-th time.
"Yeah, your moron."