Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
When I saw her hanging from a roadside cliff, holding on for dear life, I didn’t hesitate to run to her and stretch out my hand and help her back to safety.
Only after she did the last pull and I felt my feet leave the safety of solid ground did I realize that I just became a victim of the infamous ghost by the cliff who excitedly watched me plummet to my certain death.
As I finished tucking the last present under the tree, I turned and saw him standing there next to the burning fire, black and smoldering and hungrily staring at me with those malignant ruby eyes. “Look who was on the naughty list this year…” he rasped as he reached out with those liver-spotted, withered hands greedily pawing my cold, sweaty and suddenly not so young looking flesh .