Just Desserts by Dyane Forde (Christmas story)


Just Desserts

He’s here.

The clattering on the rooftop followed by the clomping of heavy boots confirms it. After a flurry of grunting and neighing and the stamping of cloven hooves, the commotion on the roof falls silent. I must give the man credit. Sweet-faced and dolled up in red, white and black, the apple-cheeked hypocrite has trained them well. The team of massive, horned beasts cower at his every whim. Continue reading

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Pixie Dust, Boots and Reindeer by Linzé Brandon


Accolade sat back in the chair and parked her motorbike boots on the desk. Eye-balling the fresh vodka martini with a grin, she relaxed and took an appreciative sip.

“‘Twas the night before Christmas,” she quoted and settled her shoulders back, “and I am going to get rip roaring drunk.”

Pursing her lips, she held up the glass and toasted her boots. “My wish for Christmas this Continue reading