He was reaching for the first stocking when he heard the call.
Then he saw him, radiant, glowing, carrying a sword with a blade made of blue-white light.
“Michael! What brings you here?”
“It’s all over. You’ve become more important than The Boss.”
“No! I never meant that to happen! You know that.”
Michael nodded. “But you’re a symptom. I have orders to bring you home…”
He sighed and dropped his sack. “All right, then. But will you indulge me one last mug of cocoa? One last cookie?”
Michael sighed. “For you? Sure.”
A 100 Word Short Fiction Every Monday
Pick it up on the night train
Down on the corner of rhythm and blues
Where I have met all of my boys since
Back in ’52
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