'Here's your Christmas present,' Mark held out an envelope. 'You'd better open it now.'
'Now?' Sarah's brow crinkled in puzzlement. Tentatively she pulled the card free. 'A week in Majorca.'
'We leave tomorrow. Better pack a bikini.'
'But we'll miss Christmas.'
'They have it out there as well.'
'But what about my parents?'
'I'm not paying for them to come with us.'
'But we're meant to be going to them!'
'We can go afterwards. Staying here is going to be depressing. Doom and gloom and the same old shite on the television.'
'If you ring my parents; I'll start packing.'
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.