Hosted by Megan Dolan-from This Post Will Self Destruct
and Jenny Morris from Jenny's Imaginary World
Goal: Write a 250-word story about your favorite holiday.
I picked Christmas because a) it's the best holiday ever and b) it's so filled with mythology, nobody will mind the addition of one more mythological Christmas creature.
The strange thing about this Christmas morning isn't my bare feet in the snow.
It's the extra moon lingering in a pale gray sky.
The tiny crescent shape hangs below the actual moon, like a child's crib mobile. I even think I see it dangle a bit in the wind. But that can't be. There's no wind in space. My feet go numb as I stare. I should start moving again, finish my trek from the woodpile before breakfast. But I can't.
The crescent shape turns, its shape changing. Where the second moon once hung, a blob-shaped figure with a pointed head floats, staring back. The alien thing has noticed me noticing it. I stand still, reminded of my run-in with a bobcat last winter. On instinct, I let out a low, guttural growl.
The shape grows, zooms downward. I drop my firewood just as its translucent silver body halts five feet away. This is no bobcat. Its five points tremble: arms, legs, and a head where its face grins, dimpled like a baby.
It whistles. Logs fly through the air, zip through the open front door of my house. I watch in wonder, my feet burning in the snow.
I look back. The chubby star is gone from my porch, from the sky. The sun claws its way over the frozen mountains, and the moon fades away.
I look to the empty spot where my alien friend once floated. A smile breaks my chapped lips.
"Farewell, Christmas Star."
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