Short Story – Dishes, Done!
Three, THREE short stories today, to close out the year with a bang. Be sure to check out the other two posts. 
I’ll post later this week on plans for 2011, but for now:
Dishes – Done!
Louann woke from a dream of doing dishes. She washed and washed and washed, but the pile of dirty dishes had just kept on growing. She groaned as she realized she was awake and in bed. She knew the sink was full of dishes from the party last night, and that she needed to wash them before everyone came over for Christmas dinner today. It would have been nice if someone had offered to help.
She pulled herself out of bed, and dragged herself into the kitchen, putting off looking at the sink until the last minute.
It was empty.
Not only that, it was clean!
“Merry Christmas,” said a familiar voice from the doorway.
She looked up, and then launched herself at him, all fatigue forgotten as she hugged him tight. “Wolf! You’re back!”
He grinned and hugged her back, gratified that – for the moment at least – she was happier to see him than to have the dishes done.
Short Story – A Christmas Wish
Three, THREE short stories today, to close out the year with a bang. Be sure to check out the other two posts. I’ll post later this week on plans for 2011, but for now:
A Christmas Wish
Ella snuggled into her bed, so tired that her eyes had stopped focusing on her book and forced her to go to bed. She thought fondly of the friends she would be seeing tomorrow. Having a quiet Christmas at home with a good book was nice, but she was also looking forward to exchanging presents and seeing her friends’ children excitedly tear the wrapping paper off of their packages.
Wrapping paper…
She moaned, rubbing her face into her pillow. “I forgot to wrap the presents,” she groaned, knowing that she should get up and do it now, but reluctant to move out of her nice warm bed. “I wish my presents were already wrapped.”
She gasped, an instant after the words left her mouth, and shot out of her bed to run downstairs and check on the presents. They were all still sitting on the side table, still unwrapped. She let out a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. He must not have been listening.” Full of adrenaline, she set about wrapping the presents in preparation for tomorrow.
The genii smirked, watching from one of the decorations on the tree. “Merry Christmas,” he said, too softly for her to hear.
Short Story – Dumplings
Three, THREE short stories today, to close out the year with a bang. I’ll post later this week on plans for 2011, but for now:
Dumplings, or What I Did Over Christmas Weekend
Some of you know my cake story, from when I was young and foolish and forgot that cake batter *rises.*
Now I have a dumpling story…
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© 2010 Catherine Wechsler, used with permission.
