"TINSEL..." - A CHRISTMAS STORY
Hi beasties!
Just a quick hello to wish you all MERRY CHRISTMAS and to thank you for supporting me during 2013!
As promised last week - here is a short story for you called, TINSEL.
It's really rather macabre, but hopefully will teach you a lesson about not taking your Christmas decorations for granted!
See you all in 2014!! More in January...
Yeti hugs,
Paul xx
TINSEL
The party is in full swing - the music
plays, the revellers revel...
There he stands - tinsel-coated,
wrapping it around his bare shoulders like a boa...
Pretending that he's some kind of
glamorous drag queen...
Maybe he's auditioning to be the
company Christmas tree, some other year.
"Look at me!" he cries
drunkenly, but nobody really notices him nor laughs.
He is determined to get some attention;
he wants to be the belle of the ball.
He wants to be the one going home with
somebody nice, someone unexpected...
Someone who will probably wake up in
the morning and wince,
"How on earth did he get here?
Somebody MUST have spiked my drinks!"
It is the show-offs that always succeed
in pulling...
So tonight he is going to be that guy
and take home the prize.
He grabs another glass of bubbly and
then reaches for another handful of tinsel.
It is still attached to the tree, but he
doesn't let that stop him...
The whole thing wobbles slightly, but
he has what he wants...
Another great length of shiny,
glitteriness to wrap about his person.
He has already removed his shirt - now's
time to kick off his shoes...
Pull off his socks and drop his
trousers; not quite ready to remove his pants yet...
Save that for last should it become
necessary to really impress...
He wraps more tinsel around himself -
covering his belly slightly...
It's a fine disguise and one that he
must use in future!
He threads more baubles onto his
costume - deciding to wear a pair as ear-rings...
"Look at me!" he calls out
again. "I'm the fairy on top of the tree..."
Still nobody seems to notice;
there is laughter - but it is not directed at him.
Still desperate for attention he heads
in their direction...
However as he does he finds tinsel
tangled about his legs and trips over his feet...
Slightly bruised he laughs at himself -
hoping perhaps that he's been spotted...
But no, the party-goers are still facing the bar
and so he attempts to pick himself up...
The tinsel seems to be increasing its
grip; but he's almost too drunk to notice at first!
But then... he begins to take it
in - there before his eyes the tinsel is growing...
It is sprouting out new sparkly shoots
and winding its way up his body...
He tries to fight against them, but it
is like trying to break through wire...
Quickly the tinsel has bound his wrists
- has wrapped around his chest...
The original boa has tightened around
his throat and is gently choking him...
"Look at me!" he gasps,
hardly knowing what is happening. "Look! Help me..."
"No..." hisses the tinsel.
"Look at me... I am beautiful... I am shiny... Look at ME!"
But they still don't look -
the Christmas drinkers have noticed neither the decoration -
Nor the now silent strangled show-off,
dead amongst the canapes...
Such a shame for they have missed the
highlight of the evening's entertainments...
They don't seem to mind too much
though; what they don't know, etcetera...
The party remains in full swing - the
music plays, the revellers revel...
Snake-like the tinsel wraps itself
around his corpse...
...and slowly it begins to digest
him...
Merry Christmas.
TINSEL... Copyright Paul Chandler 2013
