Cocoa

Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution.

My jingle bells jangled with my irritation, neither improving my mood or waking the snoring man. I’d ribbon whoever’d come up with the shoes’ design. Unless I ended up hunting for work tomorrow.

Today of all days. Why’d someone put sleeping pills in Santa’s cocoa? Flight was in two hours.

I turned to the elf who’d alerted me. “He was unconscious when I found him.” Paisley’s hands darted up, proclaiming her innocence and lack of information.

Jeff. Of course, Jeff. I turned and imagined the bells wafting ahead proclaiming my wraith. Or they would if they weren’t so persistently cheerful.

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