Holiday Fiction in 58
What a joy it is to have a fully functional computer again. Magic of the season, I guess.
It's getting down to it kiddies, I hope you've all been good. But if naughty is what you were going for, then that's OK too.
Here's a little Fiction in 58, holiday style:
Dad's fake beard
Darkness, pierced by twinkling lights, captured the boy’s attention. He let his gaze soften, loose sharpness as his eyes met the frost on the windowpane.
It was sprayed on. Their Christmas tree, plastic.
He turned, laid his head in his hands and stared at the ceiling.
Life sure was more complicated now, since he'd learned Santa’s true identity.
It's getting down to it kiddies, I hope you've all been good. But if naughty is what you were going for, then that's OK too.
Here's a little Fiction in 58, holiday style:
Dad's fake beard
Darkness, pierced by twinkling lights, captured the boy’s attention. He let his gaze soften, loose sharpness as his eyes met the frost on the windowpane.
It was sprayed on. Their Christmas tree, plastic.
He turned, laid his head in his hands and stared at the ceiling.
Life sure was more complicated now, since he'd learned Santa’s true identity.
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Great job, man!