day 5

“Y-you know who I am?” He chuckles, more of a scoff. “Oh, I know.” He turns and I see his profile, backlit by the fire. He has long wooden stick in his hand to tend the fire; there are no iron pokers in this room. Nothing he could use to free himself. “You think I don’t hear your sniveling voice every month? You think I don’t smell that disgusting sewer water you call perfume all over my home?” He shoves to his feet and I flinch. Worse, he notices. Though I cannot see his face clearly, I … sense his amusement. “I hear the servants talk about you like some goddamned salvation. They all think you’re a saint come to… Read More »12 Days of Christmas Excerpts Contest Day 5