"Merry Christmas to All, and to All a Goodis Night" (An annual holiday tradition)
The fat red man purred. Then he opened his mouth and screamed. He awoke from the dream jammed down the chimney, flames licking at his back. From above, a shaft of weak, sooty light and murmured voices.
“But, Rudy, what about—”
“I’m in,” a voice said.
“Dasher?”
“Yeah.”
"You on, Dancer? Prancer? Vixen? Comet? Good. Let’s go.”
Back down in hell, the fat red man shut his eyes and heard them exclaim as they drove out of sight …
— Peter Rozovsky
© Peter Rozovsky 2014 Labels: Christmas, David Goodis, flash fiction
posted by Peter Rozovsky at 5:09 PM
10 Comments:
Nice one, Peter. Well, maybe not so nice, but you know, good.
Thanks. I even read this one in public, at a Noir at the Bar, and received an appreciate laugh or two. I should try to write another one now that the spirit is upon me.
Indeed. The ghost of Christmas future, perhaps.
I just wrote an opening sentence that has to do with craft beer, last meals, and a medical test not often mentioned in polite company.
Surely the company we keep here isn't THAT polite...
Looking forward to the finished story.
I look forward to the second sentence.
Not polite, but that story would put into circulation a word that has never appeared here at Detectives Beyond Borders.
Thanks, and the same to you.
And now Christmas is ruined for me. I should have known better than to show this to my small children without reading it first.
Yeah, I guess this piece may not be suitable for children.
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