Friday, December 16, 2011
It wouldn’t be the Christmas shopping season without catching the flu from some ill-behaved brat running snot nosed through an overcrowded store. Of course it could have been any of my snot nosed brats that gave me the flu, but it’s always easier to blame someone else, and that’s what I’m doing.
For the past three days I’ve been coughing up brightly covered globs, blowing my nose every couple of seconds, and sleeping more than a narcoleptic with an addiction to pain killers. A few days of rest and plenty of liquids, coupled with a round of antibiotics and I can once again join the land of the living. Just in time to get back to my zombie series.
Christmas is rapidly approaching. My tree is blinking brightly, the stocking are hung, and it’s finally cold. I was getting seriously worried that this whole global warming thing might actually be real. It’s not supposed to be 63 degrees in December, no matter what Al Gore says.
As usual, I have no shopping done yet. I enjoy the last minute rush, hurrying to wrap presents on Christmas Eve while the kids sleep and I get drunk on eggnog, fighting exhaustion while watching the classics like National Lampoons Christmas Vacation and A Christmas Story. It stretches out the holiday more, makes each day seem more vitally important to the holiday, and gives you a sense of accomplishment when everything is done.
And then on Christmas morning when the kids come downstairs to find me passed out amidst wrapping paper with Scotch tape stuck in my hair I get to see the excitement on their faces as they tear through my hard work and discard it all over the floor.
So it’s with this new, invigorated view of the holiday season I offer you my newest piece of flash fiction, which I wrote for 25 days of XXXmas. There is more to this tale, but I am leaving part II for next Friday.
Also, if you are so inclined, please head over to Violet’s blog and read my interview there, and look around at some of the other flash fiction Friday XXXmas offerings. It’s fun and naughty, and isn’t that what Christmas is really all about?
My fingers where so numb I couldn’t feel the socket wrench in my hand anymore. All I had to do was tighten three more bolts and the snow blower would be ready for duty, but even this simple task was nearly impossible. Caroline had promised me hot chocolate and a spot by the fire when I was done, and thoughts of thawing out as Christmas music played in the background helped me to concentrate long enough to finish the job at hand.
I pulled the chord and the machine sputtered to life. Despite the cold that had sunk to my core I began to work the snow blower over the driveway, clearing a place for her brother to park. Fifteen minutes later the sidewalk and driveway was clear, and I parked the machine under the carport and headed into the house.
“You did it!” She bounced up and down, clapping her hands excitedly. “Mike is going to be so happy, thank you!” She was dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, ornate Christmas socks covering her feet. As she jumped I caught the motion of full breasts unencumbered by any means of support bouncing around under her clothing. Long red hair was pulled into a tight ponytail that swayed around on the back of her head, green eyes the color of clover shinning, highlighted by golden rods.
“Of course.” I washed my hands in warm water, flexing them under the flow and grimacing as the burning took full effect. A little while longer out there and I would have given myself frostbite, all in the name of helping a friend. In truth I had only come over here to get some alone time with Caroline.
“You’re incredible.” She walked over and kissed me like she used to. Immediately I could feel a stirring in my crotch. “I have the hot chocolate ready, go sit by the fire and hang out for awhile. Mike won’t be here for a couple hours, so we can talk, just like old times.”
I stripped out of the layers of warmth that had kept my body safe from the frigid chill, leaving them in the breezeway next to a space heater before heading through the house towards the fireplace in a wet pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Sitting on the hearth with my back to the flames I looked at the tree and waited for Caroline to bring me the steaming hot chocolate.
“For my hero.” She handed me the mug and pulled a candy cane off the tree. With the paper peeled back she slid it into her mouth, pulling the striped confection in and out as her tongue lolled seductively over it. Her sweatshirt came off and landed at my feet. Creamy skin reflected the fires glow, the tight mounds of her breasts topped with erect pink nipples. “Now for your real reward…” Caroline got to her knees, a bright smile curling over kissable lips.
THE END…for now. Nest week things get real HOT, and it aint from the fire.
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