Presents | A 100 Word Story

#231 On the fourth day…

“We need to go after her,” the oldest Fontaine suggested.

“I wouldn’t if I were you, sir. Weather forecast says a storm is coming and the birds are circling.”

The remaining Fontaines watched from the window as aunt Dottie ran by, arms flailing, trying to ward off the birds that were taking turns pecking her.

A loud speaker suddenly started playing a holiday song, startling everyone.

The curtains slowly closed throughout the house as the sound of heavy boots stomped towards them.

The adults gasped and the children chuckled, surprised to see Santa Claus carrying a bag full of presents.