The crunch of freshly fallen snow beneath a booted foot. The radiating heat from an open fire. The sight of homemade holly garlands on the doors of neighbouring households. Surely nothing evokes the raw senses more than Christmas?
The smell of cinnamon and Brussel sprouts. The taste of mulled wine and the taste of Brussel sprouts. The sounds of sleigh bells and Slade and the sound of Brussel sprouts on biting teeth.
Criss crossed or otherwise, with lardons and chestnuts. I hate the green smelly, fibrous eyeballs that are Brussel sprouts.
Please this festive period, just give ‘Peas to all men’!
#FLASHFICTION101 NOVEMBER 2020 SHORTLISTED ENTRY
November's #FlashFiction101 shortlist is made up of 23 stories, with one story being released daily as an advent calendar of festive flash fiction. Look out for a new story every day with the winning entry being announced on the 24th December 2021.
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