HT100 Challenge #87: It's the holiday season
My first post to this community. So, hello.
Word count: 150
Christmas on the outside was Tobias Beecher, the most popular attraction at the company Christmas party--ply him with enough drinks and he'd strip down to his boxers, string himself up in Christmas lights, and end up puking in the bathroom (or copy room or into the Santa hat someone had placed on his head during the second verse of "Santa Baby").
It was his children excitedly ripping open their presents--blue-eyed and blond, something straight out of a holiday card. He feels, for a moment, like he's looking into a snow globe, something so far away and untouchable and his vision blurs.
Now it's whispering "Merry Christmas," into Chris' neck, naked and sweaty and sore and still gnawed at by an unnamed hunger.
"Didn't get you nothin'," Chris says.
A slow, secret smile spreads across his face. "Me neither."
If he closes his eyes, he can still picture snow.
Word count: 150
Christmas on the outside was Tobias Beecher, the most popular attraction at the company Christmas party--ply him with enough drinks and he'd strip down to his boxers, string himself up in Christmas lights, and end up puking in the bathroom (or copy room or into the Santa hat someone had placed on his head during the second verse of "Santa Baby").
It was his children excitedly ripping open their presents--blue-eyed and blond, something straight out of a holiday card. He feels, for a moment, like he's looking into a snow globe, something so far away and untouchable and his vision blurs.
Now it's whispering "Merry Christmas," into Chris' neck, naked and sweaty and sore and still gnawed at by an unnamed hunger.
"Didn't get you nothin'," Chris says.
A slow, secret smile spreads across his face. "Me neither."
If he closes his eyes, he can still picture snow.