A little darker

Woops, I posted in wrong time zone! Sorry folks if it confused people. Just about to have breakfast now in England, so here is something a little darker! More later today.


FIRST CHRISTMAS

It was funny what you missed, he thought, wiping the blood from his mouth. He’d thought it might be the food, the beef, the turkey, making a wish on Stir-Up Sunday as the brandy was poured into the Christmas pudding mixture.

He growled as Angel kicked him away from the body and took more than his fair share of the blood still pumping from the severed artery.
But it was none of those. Not even the crackling log fire, the new clothes you always wore on Christmas Day.

He lurched away across the stone floor, wondering if he joined Darla and Dru on the bed they’d welcome him or kill him.

He’d even found it funny that carol singers who came knocking on the door became midnight snacks.
But this morning, as the bells had rung out over the snow-covered Yorkshire Dales, he realised what he actually missed was the woollen stocking at the end of his bed – reaching down to feel the knobbly little gifts pushed inside, the gold guinea, the nuts, the orange at the toe.

A severed head was fun to find, but not quite the same.