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Short stories for The Bradbury Challenge |
| It happened the day the city pulled down all the Christmas decorations. I remembered being sad about it. The sparkly garlands that lit up the streets at night, all pulled down in a heap beside each lamp post, ready to be picked up and put away for next year. Only, I knew the truth. There wouldn’t be a next year. Not for me. Suddenly, my best friend, Harold, tugged my hand-knit hat off my head, jabbed at my eyes, and pulled on my arms and my nose. When he grasped my red plaid scarf and pulled, my head toppled to the snow-covered ground with a plop. I remembered thinking that this was the last time I’d get to stand in this spot and take in all the sights, sounds, and smells of the town that I’d grown to love. I knew that my life was short, but now… I was dying. I’d never experienced a day of sadness, and now here I stood, my body three feet away from my discarded head, and now I couldn’t seem to feel anything but sorrow. Luckily, my head faced the street, so I could still see the traffic and excitement as it passed by. A truck arrived and began loading the Christmas decorations from along the busy street. I watched a man toss an armful of garland and lights into the truck, then it happened. Harold stomped on my face with the new boots Santa brought him. Before I could even be offended or angry, I felt my life slip away. Goodbye, little home on Main Street, goodbye boy named Harold who had made me and loved me for a while. Goodbye, Christmas and festive decorations. Goodbye to me.  |
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