"Eyes Full of Tinsel and Fire"
The little boy placed the Yule log on the andirons along with kindling, struck a match and set the log ablaze. He sat there transfixed by the crackling and popping sounds and the dance of the yellow and orange flames. It was his private fire, his alone.
Then an explosive pop and the log split in two. Smoke poured into the room like a carpet of soot unfurling. Out of the smoke a scaly clawed hand was reaching for something.
And a scratchy snarling voice cried out from the hearth, "Playing with matches again? Here's your coal, you naughty boy!"
For more Christmas themed drabbles please visit Loren's blog where he has collected the links to all the participants' blogs. There are also a few stories posted here for those who don't have blogs. They make for quite a variety of chilling holiday visions and events.
Arrghhh! EC comic lives again - really wish I had a fireplace now ...ReplyDelete
Oh my. I was a kid who played with matches. Glad I avoided that fate!ReplyDelete
A chilling warning to strike terror into every child with a fiery imagination.ReplyDelete
Ahh very nice. I totally didn't see that ending coming :)ReplyDelete
Good one, John! I didn't see the end either. I think you spoiled the little fellow's Christmas!ReplyDelete
Good job, John!ReplyDelete
Speaking of short short horror stories, I refer to the amusing science fiction short story Knock by Fredric Brown, where he refers in the beginning to a two-sentence horror story:ReplyDelete
"The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door..."