Daggers | A 100 Word Story

#233 On the sixth day…

It was getting late but no one could sleep. Sixteen Fontaines all huddled together in the large family room of Silver Bells Lodge, each with their own present.

“Can we open them now?” One of the boy’s asked, shaking his box but he couldn’t tell what was inside.

All the adults nodded in agreement and started to tear away the wrapping paper. The boy’s were much faster and already had their boxes open before anyone else.

They each held their own six inch dagger. One of the boy’s tested the sharpness and pricked the tip of his finger, drawing blood.