Separate Ways

The tree was up and decorated. For how long, who knows? Whiskers keeps climbing and knocking the bulbs off. Jim would chase him down, but the cat just kept on coming back.

Jim really didn’t mind. He really loved the fluff ball. Coming to a new city where he didn’t know anyone, adopting Whiskers the best thing to happen to Jim at the time.

He wasn’t going to take the promotion, over the summer, but Clair had insisted. He reluctanly agreed, and went their separate ways.

A knock at the door took his attention away from the TV. He opened the door to Sants waving at him. Santa didn’t speak, just pointed to his bag with a note on it. He read it. Can I put a gift under the tree? He backed up to let Santa in.

Santa reached into the bag, pulled out a small present and handed it to Jim. He opend it. It was a button that said, push me, on it.

As soon as he pushed it Santa’s beard fell off. Jim wrapped his arms around Clair lifting her off her feet.

Published by authorjturley

R James started writing bad poetry in his mid-30's. While taking a couple writing courses he wrote short stories with interesting characters. R James has been published in, Creepies 2: Things that go Bump in the Closet, Deviant Shadows: Tales of the Parabnormal, among others. R James got sick of the northern winters, and writes from the sunshine state, where the sun sets into the Gulf of Mexico.

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