Thursday, December 9, 2010

9 comments:

Bryan Russell (Ink) said...

A really old story, here, but I decided to edit it and cut it down for flashland here at the blog. Tis the season...

M.A.Leslie said...

I guess all christmas memories aren't perfect. Love the story.

HGrant said...

Beautifully written and realistic, but so sad...

Matthew Rush said...

Sounds like his nightlight was cracked, and his parents were cracking. I suppose sometime the old ones are good ones, eh Bryan?

And I'm curious to know what they were drinking. Whiskey seems like it would be too dark. Brandy? Wine? It doesn't really matter because poor little Simeon only had one thing to compare it to, but it is kind of fun to wonder.

Susan Kaye Quinn said...

Thank God for Linus, I was really going to have to sob at the end.

This right here is why I will never write realistic fiction for kids. Just too sad.

Susan Kaye Quinn said...

p.s. it was beautifully written, though, as always. :)

Bryan Russell (Ink) said...

I'll write a sequel with a giant space blaster in it.


:)

Adele Richards said...

"Simeon stared up at his parents, his moon-face pale and round, soft, carrying with it the last wisps of wolfish dreams. Close still, just beneath his skin and tangled together, the fear of fur and teeth, the excitement of lights and stockings and presents. All tangled."

So gorgeous I had to read it twice.

Bryan Russell (Ink) said...

Thanks, Adele!