Due to some rather odd timing, I’ll be able to release another collection less than a month after A Plethora of Poor Decisions (coming next week!).
I give you…
HAPPY HOLLYDAYS! – SEPTEMBER 5, 2016
A Collection of Celebratory Poppycock
Whether it’s the guardian dog of the underworld, or a massive beast waiting to eat you, you have to know that a big black dog is bad news on Halloween. What you might not have realized is that Hades is a reasonable guy, and rabbits don’t, in fact, wear scarves.
Valentine’s Day isn’t just for romance; it’s also for summoning your favourite demons. Christmas is a time for family, but it’s also a time for exploring alternate origins of Santa Claus and a time for reindeer to learn about morality. Oh, and cookies. It’s time for a buttload of cookies.
Traditional Halloween horrors and Christmas joy are mixed with April Fool’s jokes and Christmas murder (among other things) to produce this collection of short stories sure to make you thankful for your own less outrageous traditions.
This morning I was delighted to learn that I was first runner up for Friday’s Flash!Friday competition.
It’s a little early for Christmas (I mean, normally I put my tree up November 4th for my birthday but this year I can’t so I’m pretending it’s too early for Christmas) but I was inspired.
“Do you remember that Sherlock Holmes story?” Marv asks.
Greg shrugs. “There are a lot of Sherlock Holmes stories.”
“The one where they find that big blue diamond in the horse’s throat.”
“I know the one, but it was a goose, not a horse. Imagine having a horse for Christmas dinner! Anyway, what about it?”
“I was just thinking how nice it would be to find a diamond down Jackson’s throat,” Marv says. He looks out the window. Jackson’s old and not good for much anymore. He can’t even pull the cart.
“Stupid to wish for something like that,” Greg says.
“I suppose. Wish some money would fall in our laps, though.”
Marv and Greg are almost out of food. The first few flakes of snow fell this morning, and if it gets too cold too fast they’re not going to be able to find work.
Christmas dinner might be horse after all.