‘What’s that meant to be?’
‘Mistletoe.’
‘It’s twig you’ve snapped off some shrub.’
‘I bought it in a florist.’
‘Well, you can forget it; I’m not kissing you.’
‘What happened to Christmas cheer? Good will to all men?’
‘It went the way of a Fairytale of New York.’
‘That’s a love song! A duet.’
‘It’s a tale of lost love, dashed dreams, and being a drunk and a junkie.’
‘But I bet Kirsty Maccoll still gave Shane MacGowan a Christmas kiss.’
‘And he gave her a smash hit.’
‘Come-on, Caro. A quick peck.’
‘Get away from me with that twig.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
That's a good one, Rob. I like the clash of attitudes abut things sentimental.
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