It seems that recently all our formerly trusted icons have been damaged to the extent that “what you see is not what you get.” Don’t believe what you see. Don’t believe what you hear, even if the audio and video evidence is openly available. This is a paraphrase of what I have heard somewhere; they are not my words. I forget quite where I heard them but some readers or listeners may have had similar
nightmares dreams experiences.
So my submission this week is about jolly old guys in red suits who may have taken inappropriate actions in the workplace. It was bound to happen. Making toys for every child in the world for 364 days only to give them all away on day number 365 and then begin again. The stress!
For an extra bonus question: What is it that Mrs. Claus does all year? It would seem that if she saw the guy 364 days and nights a year, she would be glad to have him out of the house for one night. Evidently, not so.
Join the fun. Your story does not have to have a Christmas theme. Maybe the face behind the wall is your boss trying to see if you are productive during the holiday season. That is a nice thought to close out the year.
About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale.
A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.
I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. And if for some reason I missed your entry in the Roundup, as I have occasionally done, please let me know. I want to be sure to include your tale.
Finally, have fun!
And REMEMBER…you have 280 characters (spaces and punctuation included), to tell your tale…and a week to do it. I can’t wait to see what you create this week.
This Week’s Prompt and Kat’s Story
Twittering Tales #115 – 18 December 2018
Josh waited for the house to grow quiet before hiding in the box. He had a perfect view of the fireplace.
The front door creaked open. Josh watched in horror as a man in a red suit took the TV off the wall. Before leaving the man whispered “ho ho ho”.
That wasn’t Santa. No way!
A huge Rolodex, two sections; “naughty” and “nice. The number of names and numbers! Every year he disappeared all night. I knew he brought some of them back to the workshop. I’d catch him this year. Helpers! I never suspected. There will be more than lumps of coal tonight.