The Boys | A 100 Word Story

#237 On the tenth day…

When the killing was done, Santa grabbed his sack and went out of sight.

The children seemed unbothered by what they just saw. Boys will be boys, but the adults were quite shaken, unsure what to do next.

“Are those the boys?”

Trudging through the snow, four young boys, each with a dagger in their hands, followed the trail of red.

“Are you sure about this?” The youngest asked, a hint of nerves in his voice.

“We got to, Davey. But if you’re scared, go back. Santa don’t scare me!”

The four boys were ready to take down Saint Nick.

‘Tis the season of joy and terror.

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