“You forgot my snowflakes, didn’t you?” the little boy asked.
“I kind of did,” his dad confessed.
Despite the train set, the talking robot, the foosball table and the smashing tree house building kit, Christmas was ruined.
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Halfway there! Congrats Dieter! And funny flash fiction post 🙂
I busted up laughing because right at this moment, there are billions of snowflakes everywhere here. (a good five inches of the white stuff) Loved this.
Sometimes you just want to say “awww” like now. xxoo!
The story of Christmas in L.A.!
Love the use of “smashing.” Sometimes I forget you’re not American. Or are you? I don’t ever feel like my writing is global enough to be “understood” by foreigners… You do, however.