Marty shifted on the sidewalk, intentionally bumping the woman wearing a ridiculous tartan cloak and lace bonnet. His jaw clenched at the carolers’ off-key rendition of “I’ll Be Home For Christmas.” He’d only ventured out on Christmas Eve for another 6-pack. Sure, Marty would be home for Christmas, but his daughter was celebrating with his ex-wife and her new boyfriend.
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