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Bar Story
by Paula Gail Benson
An elf, a reindeer, and a snowman walk into a bar. Really. They find places at the crowded counter, and each orders an Arctic beer. The elf downs his in a gulp—for courage to face more toy-making. The reindeer slurps his and orders another mugful, checking the reddening of his nose in a mirror. The snowman futilely clinks his glass against his line of black coal teeth, hating that he can never taste the beverage. With a sigh, he looks at the puddle developing beneath him—wishing someday that he might leave behind something other than a watery trail.
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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!
Aw, the poor snowman. Great story.
ReplyDeleteVery cute! Your imagery is flawless. I can even smell the stale beer and cigarettes in the bar.
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