I hate this holiday. It's a family company, but I do everything for the Christmas party. Now I'm dressed as one of Santa's ridiculous elves to hand out gingerbread cookies. I ditch my tray to head to the toilet, but run smack into a broad chest. I look up into Dave from accounting's soulful brown eyes. I've been crushing on him for a year. "Fancy meeting you under the mistletoe," he says. Yup. There it is. Right over us where I hung it when I decorated earlier. He smiles and tingles spread through me. This holiday is looking up.
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Short StoryAn assorted collection of works of 100 words or less from a wide assortment of genres. What type of bite do you fancy today? Included here are my entries to #slapdashsat on my twitter profile @amandajhare as well as entries to various Wattpad contes...
