The Car | A 100 Word Story

#236 On the ninth day…

“Is that supposed to be—”

“Don’t be daft, woman. Clearly it’s some deranged psychopath with a Santa complex. Grab that bag and let’s go. I’ve got the keys.”

They ran out of the cabin, slipping and sliding on the freshly fallen snow. The other Fontaines watched from their cabins. They turned out their lights. They closed their curtains. They waited and watched. Gripping their presents.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” She asked as the Santa came closer.

The car wouldn’t start. Santa yanked open the passenger door, she screamed, and before anyone knew it there were two less Fontaines.