Don’t talk about it (Friday Fictioneers)
The attack happened at Christmas they say. Well, I don’t know about all that. It was long ago – before I was born. There’s no evidence of the attack. I mean, it’s not like you see damaged buildings or nothing. But people get funny around this time of year. PTSD I reckon. I found a box of baubles and tinsel up in the attic. Ma damn near took my head off. Said you don’t put it up no more. Why not? It’s weird. But now I’ve seen a bauble I realized I’ve seen em before. On the trees. Like warnings. Freaky.
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Wonderful atmosphere, Laurie
Thank you, Neil!
Very intriguing mystery. The threat must still exist.
I think so too!
Dear Laurie,
A rather bleak tale. You left me wanting to know more.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you! I didn’t know where I was going with it but when I reached the end I wanted to know more too! I surprised myself with this one.
Lots of questions left there. Interesting tale!
Thank you, Mason!
You litterally left us hanging and wanting more. Most interesting tale!
Thank you!
🙂
This gives me the chills. Everything you left unsaid speaks volumes. Great!
Thank you! 😃
So unfortunate that a symbol of happiness and cheer gets twisted in a sick culture.
Indeed, nothing is safe
That tale is just spooky-weird. Loved it.
Thank you so much!