AnElephantCant always be energetic
Sometimes he feels kinda listless
Perhaps he is frightened
By all the excitement
AnElephant knows it is nearly Christmas
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Sultry seasonal storyteller Rochelle throws a party for festive fablers.
And AnElephant offers one extra word as a gift.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
I hate Christmas.
Everybody goes crazy.
The shops are packed with people buying presents they can’t afford for people who don’t want them.
Often for people they don’t like, who can’t stand them.
It makes no sense.
The streets and the houses are awash with nasty flashing lights.
For a festive feel, they say.
Actually they are just burning up the planet’s resources faster than usual.
And those awful Santa songs.
He is coming to town, kissing Mommy, or asking that stupid reindeer to guide his sleigh tonight.
But I have work to do.
Those presents don’t take themselves down chimneys.