I met my angel in front of the mall by sheer coincidence.
She was wearing red mittens, looking like a thinner and sexier version of Santa.
"Holidays are here," she said without further ado.
"So?"
"Want me to give you anything?
"I don't care."
"No, honestly, tell me what kind of gift you'd like," she insisted, loveless frost veiling her blue irises.
"I'd like you to give me a face of yours. The one from before."
"I'm sorry." She told me before turning around and leaving. "I think I no longer have that face for you in my repertoire."
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A/N: 99 words. Music theme song: Elvis Presley: "Blue Christmas."
Written for: Microbytes Contests and Challenges: Winter Nanofiction Contest.
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Short StoryThis book is a collection of numerous short stories I have created, both mini and midi ones, written in the period of the past twenty years. Some of them are award-winning entries in various micronarrative competitions. Others were adapted with the...
