I was up just after 6am with the kids, and while they watched some holiday cartoons and we waited for the rest of the household to wake, I read some of my short stories….
There has been one lingering unfinished for quite some time now, and it’s got a Christmas theme to it, so I couldn’t HELP myself. I had to check it out.
Oh, it makes me smile. It really does. I MUST finish this story. It has so much of me in it, so much I can relate to.
‘On the first day of Christmas…’ The carol rattled around in her head as she leaned over her sleeping husband. It was the 13th of December and it had been seven months and five days since she’d had more than 3 hours sleep in a row.
Sleep deprivation makes you a little crazy, Sandra had heard. But this made perfect sense.
She knew that Rob would get drunk at the Christmas party. Knew that he would tumble into bed in the early hours of the morning, without a thought as to whether he would wake her with his sickly sweet rum breath.
Knew that it would be the perfect opportunity.
Oh yes, I can’t wait to finish it. My own little not so pleasant Christmas tale.