Mistletoe.
Why did there have to be mistletoe?
Hanging in doorways.
From light fixtures.
Enough for all to enjoy.
She avoided it.
She refused to be caught.
Under the mistletoe.
With no one who cared.
Who cared to get caught with her.
To kiss her.
She sat alone, huddled in the corner chair.
And didn’t notice when he came up behind her.
He leaned close.
She looked up in surprise.
His lips.
Were here.
By hers.
Parted.
To kiss.
She gasped.
At the mistletoe.
He held—
Over her head .
She didn’t see it.
Hit the floor…
Its job done.
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*A drabble is an extremely short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length.
Pass it on.
And please, is you take the challenge and write a Christmas drabble of your own, will you post a link in the comments here? I’d love to see what you do.
In the meantime, I tag Candace.
The Mistletoe Gatherer, 1894
December 18, 2007 at 5:01 am
Okay, I posted my drabble, and passed it on!
December 18, 2007 at 8:35 pm
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December 18, 2007 at 9:45 pm
Cool, Candace!
And I Am This Woman — love it. Wanted to leave a response but wordpress kept telling me to log in first, and I’m already logged in, and it wouldn’t recognize my name and password, the dumb thing.
December 19, 2007 at 9:42 am
I tried to leave a comment at I Am This Woman, too, but it wouldn’t let me. Anyway – I loved the redneckedness of it!
December 19, 2007 at 12:00 pm
thanks! I will have to troubleshoot WP and see what setting I’ve done wrong… might be the brake fluid is bad. Or the dawg’s been chewin’ on the computer again.