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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.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Iseult. I agree. Melting is rarely a good look.
DeleteVery cute! Your imagery is flawless. I can even smell the stale beer and cigarettes in the bar.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Patrick. You are very kind.
DeleteIs the background of this page a picture of the bar's floor, Gail?
ReplyDeleteTerrific tale BTW.
Ha, ha! It certainly looks that way, doesn't it?
DeleteThank you so much and thanks for stopping by!
ReplyDeleteThat's ... surprisingly poignant. I really liked it.
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