Friday Fictioneers: Every Friday authors from around the world gather here to share their 100-words based on the photo prompt and offer constructive crit and encouragement to each other. This creates a wonderful opportunity for free reading of very fresh fiction! Readers are encouraged to comment as well. Read my Entry Below:
Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the streets,
Shoppers rushed to grab last minute treats.
Max wandered the town cheerless.
“There will be not presents under the tree.
The girls want toys I cannot afford to buy,
Surely they will awake and cry.
For there will be nothing to see.”
Max lamented to a man in a red suit.
He stayed out all night.
Only to return in the morn’ to quite a sight,
Under the tree was a pile of loot.
A business card was left
On it a suit of red
All it said,