the most wonderful time of the year #fiction #christmas #notyourtypicalchristmasstory

*Note: I said that I wasn’t posting new fiction but this is a revamped version of a story already on this blog. Why? Because I felt like it. 🙂 *

The most wonderful time of the year found me in bed with a man I didn’t even know – for the second time this December.

I forgot this stranger’s name the moment he introduced himself after I let him pick me up during my holiday shopping spree at the mall across town.

His name doesn’t matter because I don’t give a flying fuck who he is.

The only thing I care about right now is how disgustingly satisfied I feel as he lays snoring next to me in this dirty motel room with the cheap siesta rate.

But the complete satisfaction that burns in me has nothing to do with his clumsy and underwhelming skills.

Two down.

I open my eyes and inhale the stale scent that lingers in the air and look at our wrinkled clothes on the floor next to the bed. When I notice the snow falling harder outside, I quietly slip out of the lumpy bed, grab my wrinkled clothes and tiptoe to the crusty-looking bathroom. I don’t care about waking him up. I just want to get dressed in peace and with no small talk. He will never have an opportunity to lay his hands on me again so what’s the use of having a conversation?

After splashing cold water onto my face, I pull on my clothes and think about how quickly I’m achieving my goal.

Two down, three to go.

In no time, I’ll match the number of names that I found crumpled up on different pieces of paper in the glove compartment of my husband’s truck, behind a half-used box of Trojans and a pair of sticky pink handcuffs that I had never seen before.

Ashley, Jennifer, Betsy, Laura and Melissa with cutesy heart shape next to her name.

Yeah, in no time at all. Two down, three to go, let it snow and ho ho ho.

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10 thoughts on “the most wonderful time of the year #fiction #christmas #notyourtypicalchristmasstory

  1. Thinking of a previous Lyrical Fiction Friday prompt . . . Payback is a bad bitch!

    This was so good. I loved the line, “I opened my eyes and inhaled the stale scent of us that lingered in the air.” This painted such a clear picture in my head, and I could almost smell it too.

    On another note that last line made me think of that song–I forget who it’s by, but it’s a blues artist. It goes, “Merry Christmas, Baby. Sure did treat me nice.” Yeah, not for this couple. Haha!

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