Thursday, December 25, 2008

Droubble: Gonna Find Out...

Gonna Find Out...

The hideous thing squinted at the light. “Hey, kid, what the hell are you doing up?”

“I have to pee.”

“Crap, this is not good, not good at all.”

“What are you?”

“What do I look like? I’m a Christmas elf.”

“You don’t look like one at all.” This wasn’t entirely true – the little man stood about the right height, and his ears were pointy, if tufted with greasy white hair. But his features were grotesque, his limbs twiglike and crooked. His outfit, far from festive, looked like it was hastily made from scraps of old sack.

“Ahh, you’ve only seen factory elves. Of course Santa keeps the pretty ones around for publicity shots. But we do the real work.”

“What work is that?”

“Uhh, nothing. I was just, uh, passing through.”

“What’s behind you?”


The child pushed him aside, and gasped. His old teddy bear sat on the shelf, its face ripped open along the seam. A tiny camera blinked inside. The elf had been midway through stitching up the hole with a needle half as long as his forearm.

“Listen, you tell anyone about this, that’s big-time naughty list. You saw nothing. Now go to sleep.”

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