The newest #apprentice to the gift-#wrapping #elves corps stared at the #snowman outside the transport #tunnel. “Is that a #purple scarf?” he asked, wincing as if in #pain. “Yeah, Santa had a “Red and Green Only” rule but some guy sued and the Elf Court #overturned it.”
#vssmagic #vsschristmas #366FF #winterwords #whistpr #flexvss #bravewrite #vss365
Matron sends me to fetch Lucy for lunch. She’s on the roof, #observing the sky. “What are you #waiting for, #reindeer? It’s still #summer. Seems a bit #foolish.” She stays #silent. I sit and she hands me a sandwich. The clouds look like #snowflakes as we have our own #holiday.
#366FF #bravewrite #vsschristmas #whistpr #vssmagic #vss365 #winterwords
“Do you prefer to work alone or #collaborate?” “Alone.” “Yukon gold or #russet potato?” “Uh, gold for mashed, russet for baked.” “Favorite #insect?” “Bumblebee.” “Do you have a #nemesis?” “Not since Jilly Smith in seventh grade. This is a very odd job interview.” “You’re hired.”
#vss365 #366FF #whistpr #vssmagic
“I’m #pleased to meet you,” he said, doffing his #hat. “I can see your dis-#belief but I assure you my #talents are up to the job.” “You do have a #number of satisfied customers, but–” “No one expects a stylish assassin.” #366FF #whistpr #vssmagic #bravewrite #vss365
From deep within the #overgrown #forest, they heard a #rustling. Not a lost #dog or #cat; they heard #laughter too, an #enchanting song that drew them into the #kaleidoscopic light of late afternoon. They knew the #folklore, but they went anyway. How could they not?
Four children went into the #forest #together. Only three came out. “It was only a #game, it was only a game,” were the only words little Peter ever said again. There was no trace of Lucy, no matter how hard they searched. #366FF #vss365 #whistpr
“Why don’t you go #forage for #native plants? Not the flowered one–it causes #seizures.” “Thank you for your #sacrifice, Steve.” “Or those #tangled vines over there that caused the #genocide when distilled. Right, everyone #excited for lunch?” #366FF #bravewrite #whistpr #vss365
She studied the radiator behind Grandmother’s dollhouse, looking for the source of the persistent #sussuration. She knelt down and bent close, her attention caught by the #wink of a #miniature figure in a tiny window, her dress the same #print as her own. #366FF #whistpr #vss365
“He’s not a #verbose man, Jean.” “Okay, Mom, where’s he from?” “#Scotland or #Spitzenburg or Saint Louis. Something with an S anyway.” “He’s moving in with you. Shouldn’t you know these things?” “I know enough,” she said with a #wink. #whistpr #vss365 #366FF
“You #reap what you #pour,” she said, nodding wisely. “A #reed is but an unloved flower. A pearl in the hand is worth two in the bush.” Madeleine saw the bottle of Sagacity Serum on the table. “You have to take the full dose or it doesn’t work right, Bev.” #366FF #vss365 #whistpr
