Saturday, December 24, 2016

Get away from me with that twig

‘What’s that meant to be?’

‘Mistletoe.’

‘It’s twig you’ve snapped off some shrub.’

‘I bought it in a florist.’

‘Well, you can forget it; I’m not kissing you.’

‘What happened to Christmas cheer?  Good will to all men?’

‘It went the way of a Fairytale of New York.’

‘That’s a love song!  A duet.’

‘It’s a tale of lost love, dashed dreams, and being a drunk and a junkie.’

‘But I bet Kirsty Maccoll still gave Shane MacGowan a Christmas kiss.’

‘And he gave her a smash hit.’

‘Come-on, Caro.  A quick peck.’

‘Get away from me with that twig.’


A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

1 comment:

Margot Kinberg said...

That's a good one, Rob. I like the clash of attitudes abut things sentimental.