A Collection of Short Stories

This is for the times when I think of an idea, that doesn't quite expand enough to make a full Movella.

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4. The Twelve Days of Christmas

Amelia counted up how many gifts the woman gets in The Twelve Days of Christmas. She frowned down at the poem laid on the table in front of her as she continued to type numbers into the calculator, her frown deepening as it reached triple digits.

"Why does she need so many gifts?" Amelia asked her mother, she was eating her toast, while reading her latest novel. 

"How many does she get by the end?" Mother placed a finger in her novel and turned her attention to Amelia.

"365."

"Maybe she gets 365 gifts to represent the days in the year?"

"Hm. That would make sense... But I don't get why she needs so many of the same things."

"Not sure, don't you fancy having twenty-two turtle doves?"

"No! I have no where to put them." Amelia smiled at her mother, before she returned to her novel.

"Amelia? Jason is here, sweetheart." Father entered the room, addressing Amelia while she was still puzzling over the poem.

"Okay, thank you father."

"Where are you two going?" Mother placed a finger in her novel again and looked up.

"That new Chinese restaurant on Brailey Street." Amelia stood up to gather up her belongings.

"Oooh I've wanted to go there for a while now. How about we come with you? A nice family meal."

"Darling, no. Leave them be. They are seventeen, I'm sure they can go for a meal by themselves." Amelia's father- always saving her from embarrassing moments.

"Thanks dad, okay I'll see you later then."

Amelia grabbed her bag and swiftly left through the back door.

**********

"'On the first day of Christmas my true love sends to you a partridge in a pear tree.' Seems strange to me, I mean, why would he send me a letter with this on and a photograph of a partridge in a pear tree?" Amelia placed the letter on her desk and looked over at her best friend, Sophia.

"I don't know, maybe he wanted to relay the poem to you in the twelve days leading up to Christmas. It is twelve days to go." Sophia picked up the photograph, studying it carefully.

"My phone just vibrated."

"Aren't you a social bean? See who it is then!"

"It's from Jason." Amelia said, glancing at the tiny screen.

"Jason's your boyfriend, right?"

"Yeah... It says, 'hi babe, hope you got my note. I've got a surprise for you, have a look outside your bedroom window.' Uh, I guess I better have a look then."

Amelia went to the window, with Sophia in pursuit.

"Oh my God. Sophia, you know what that is? It's a partridge in a pear tree."

"Oh, Jesus, you're right. Weird."

"Weird indeed." Amelia repeated, still staring wide-eyed at the bird and tree in her garden.

*********

"Here's another one. Oh come on, Jason! I don't have any space to have anything else!" Amelia exclaimed, while staring at the sixth letter in her hand.

"Well, what is it today?" Sophia peered over Amelia's shoulder at the letter.

"It says, 'on the sixth day of Christmas my true love sends to you: six geese a laying, five gold rings, four calling birds, three french hens, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree.' I don't want another pear tree! I have six of them! And I don't want anymore stupid birds, they keep me awake at night!" Amelia crumpled up the letter and threw it angrily in the bin.

"Okay, let's have a look outside. Yep, there they are. Your garden's getting pretty full now, how have your parents not noticed?" Sophia leant on the window sill, watching the animals on the garden.

"My parents are in America until Christmas Eve. They won't know about a thing until they get home."

Amelia looked so forlorn that Sophia had to suggest something. "Why don't you call Jason and tell him to stop sending you all this stuff?"

"I've tried that. I tried going round to his house too, but he refused to see me and told his mum to tell me that it was a 'show of love'."

"But this is ridiculous! Just call him! I will go to his house if you want?" Sophia suggested, eager to make her friend happy.

"That would be great, seeing as he's ignoring me. I'll sort out the new lot of animals."

*********

Amelia and Sophia stared at the last letter that laid on the end of Amelia's bed.

"I guess all of our negotiating didn't work." Sophia said tentatively.

"Apparently not."

"Are you going to read it? It's your last one."

"Alright." Amelia picked up the letter, cleared her throat and read it out. "'On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love sends to you: twelve drummers drumming, eleven pipers piping, ten lords a leaping, nine ladies dancing, eight maids a milking, seven swans a swimming, six geese a laying, five gold rings, four calling birds, three french hens, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree.' I dread to look at that."

"Oh holy... Come look at this!" Sophia proclaimed, whilst watching all the people and animals stood on the garden.

"I can't deal! I just can't! Oh, Jason! Is your aim of this to make me as stressed and as annoyed as possible? If so, it is working!" Amelia collapsed on her sheets, sobbing.

"Amelia? Hun? Your parents are home."

"Shit! No! They can't be!" Amelia cried, before dissolving into harder sobs. "Sophia, I don't know what to do."

"We are going to clear up these people, call Jason, he can come and take them away, and hey presto! We're done!" Sophia clapped her hands together, pleased with her plan.

"Uh, excuse me. Parents?"

"Well... I was hoping that you could distract them? I don't know, take them to the river or something. Tell them that you haven't walked the dogs yet and they can walk them. That will get them out of the way."

"Fine."

"Hang on, the letter says something else too. It says 'p.s Merry Christmas Amelia', with five kisses and a smiley face."

"Jason Harbridge. I am going to kill you."

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