by Paula Gail Benson
“I’m alone without you, Amma,” he said. “I’ll receive no Christmas
gift of clothing to save me from the Yule Cat’s fury.”
He heard a low growl from the shadows.
“The thirteen Yule Lads played no tricks on me. Window Watcher
saw I had nothing worth stealing.”
A light flickered nearby, illuminating Candle Snatcher, who
handed Skeggr a ribbon with attached bell.
Gratefully, Skeggr donned his new apparel before leaving.
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This 100 word story is offered as an entry for the annual Advent Ghosts event hosted by Loren Eaton at I Saw Lightning Fall. See the other entries there. Thanks, Loren, for the opportunity!
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ReplyDeleteOh, DEAR. Poor Skeggr.
This is a bit of Christmas lore with which I was completely unfamiliar prior to your story. I have an Icelandic neighbor, and I'm going to ask him about it.
(Unrelated fact: One year, he brought us a boiled sheep's head to eat. It was pretty good.)
Ok I needs to check out the lore too. Well done!
ReplyDeleteI love the Yule Cat and this is a great story.
ReplyDeleteI don't really know why I like this but I definitely do. Very atmospheric.
ReplyDeleteBeware the Yule Cat.
ReplyDeleteGreat job, Paula.
At least he didn't have all his spoons licked and his doors slammed.
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