Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Advent Shopping


Ted Flynn loved opening the windows in December. One a day, the doctor said. You weren’t allowed to open more than one a day. Ted could live with that. Today was the 24th, though – the last window. He wasn’t allowed any after tonight, not until next year. The doctor had been talking about Advent calendars. Ted had been talking about houses.

This would be the best haul, mind. There would be dozens of presents under the tree tonight because the residents of this house didn’t seem to be short of a bob or two.

Fleetingly, he wondered why no-one had ever burgled Laverstone manor before.

10 comments:

Sunny said...

Love the piece.
Have happy holidays!

Leatherdykeuk said...

Thank you :)

You too
!

martha said...

Ted, you don't want to know. And you're going to be very sorry when you find out.
Nice start to something grisly?

Leatherdykeuk said...

Probably just a one-off.
Thanks Martha :)

stephanie said...

Oh, I'd like to see the end of Ted's (mis)adventure! Shall I spur Martha to spur you?

Leatherdykeuk said...

Perhaps I'll use him as a sub-plot in the next novel :)

martha said...

Steph! What ARE you trying to get me into?

On the other hand, Rachel, It's really not kind to set up such a potentially delicious situation and not follow it up.

Leatherdykeuk said...

But you *know* what'll happen to him!

martha said...

Of course we know the 'what' it's the way the what is accomplished that we are craving.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Perhaps I've answered a little of that :)