Mistletoe: A Christmas Drabble*

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