This is a 100 word flash fiction piece, done for the Advent Ghosts 2015 at I Saw Lightning Fall.
The War On Christmas
Christmas Eve in the year of our Lord two thousand eighteen. Candlelight dances warm off my bunker’s cobblestone walls. My ink well grows shallow.
I fear this shall be my last correspondence, my dear friend.
My failing wooden door trembles at the force of their hands, ready to burst through. Or perhaps it is just the echo of all too familiar gunfire misinterpreted by my paranoia-stricken mind? I tire so.
The War on Christmas came swift and fierce, a preemptive strike done in the name of the Prince of Peace. And they’ve finally come for me.