Santa’s Sack | A 100 Word Story

#235 On the eighth day…

With another dead body on the floor, everyone decided it was time to leave. They separated to their cabins to get their belongings.

The first cabin had a husband and wife pretending to be together in front of the family. He left his dagger behind but she held tight to hers, watching while he frantically packed.

“Aren’t you going to help me?” She shook her head.

“HO! HO! HO!” She raised an eyebrow towards the booming voice coming from outside.

They both ran to the window where a rather large man in a red suit dragged a sack leaking blood.