A small festive offering from me this week. This was my entry for the Janet Reid, Literary Agent competition which required a story (100 words max) to contain the words: gut, lash, whip, shot and straight. The words can be part of a larger word.
A guttural roar escaped Santa’s lips as the sleigh overshot the landing and catapulted him straightinto the chimney flue; his fall, however, was broken by the whip which he still held tightly. He looked up to see Prancer holding the other end.
“You’re on the naughty list this year, Santa,” the reindeer growled. “Mrs S saw your selfies, the fluffy handcuffs, the tinsel thong …”
Prancer backed away, leaving him dangling.
A flash of light below gave Santa hope until the spark became a flame became a fire. Santa was in for a roasting of a different kind.
A writer - I think that says it all.