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All I Want for Christmas... Cuddle up by the Fire
Charlotte sat at the bus stop wondering whether she would make the naughty or nice list this year. Last year she had rescued a stray kitten and therefore considered herself most definitely “nice”. This year she had broken Daniel’s heart into a million tiny pieces, so “naughty” seemed to be the only answer. There’d be no Santa Claus coming down her chimney anytime soon. – Georgia Beyers
“Oh! My God. What a douche!” Unbelievable! Water dripped from my hair. He had soaked my coat. I stuck my middle finger up at Porsche driver as he raced on up the street.
He’d even ruined my Mulberry bag, I’d only bought it a month ago, for my birthday.
The Porsche stopped at a red light a little ahead. I stepped out of the way as another vehicle ran through the puddle, sending up a fountain of dirty rain water.
“Ah!” The bus carried straight on along the embankment road, ignoring me.
God. Karma really had it in for me today. Santa was definitely not calling this year.
If I ran maybe I could get the bus driver to open the door at the lights.
The lights turned to green and both the douche Porsche driver and the red London bus carried on.
I threw my bag onto my shoulder and began walking, well away from the curb and the puddles. It would be half an hour until the next bus came; I could be home by then.
Some guy stared at me, probably questioning my drowned-rat look. I stuck my tongue out at him.
“Merry Christmas.” “This Christmas…” “All I want for––” rang out from the shops across the street.
Everyone had broken up for the holidays, but I had nothing to look forward to. Daniel had custody of my parents.
Copyright © Jane Lark
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