Flash Fiction Friday: Billy Wants To Return His Gift

Billy Wants To Return His Gift

Bill Dock

For sale: One glass Christmas plat for santa. We put cookys on it. He ate sum but not all. Caruts too, for Rudolf. He forgot to give me the pikahcu game I wanted. I told him twice, at the mall and on the corner when he was in disguise in black skin and had a sine. Ether hes dumb or what daddy calls a sumbich. I sell the plat then I buy the game. If not, I break the plate and leave peeces in the fireplace for nect year. Then hell remember me. Evin with boots.