Pony for Christmas
by Pauline Yates
My “ho’s” change to groans as I play the shopping mall Santa—my wife arrives with our granddaughter, Ester, and home-baked cookies for my tea break. I love Ester, but the cookies taste funny and belong in the bin.
Ester clambers onto my lap.
“What would you like for Christmas?” I ask.
She pouts. “A pony. Grandma’s making me wait until after she collects Grandpa’s life insurance, but I want one now.”
“Is she? Well, all good girls get their Christmas wish.”
And bad wives get a knife through the heart. I saw one on sale. I’ll get it gift-wrapped.”
Pauline Yates
Pauline Yates writes dark stories with a pen she pinched from the dead zone.