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Christmas Carol: My Own.Category: Short Story
Friday, 18 December 2009
09:37:42 AM (GMT)
The city streets were bleak and cold. The icy wind cutting through a persons
thick woolen sweaters. The snow coating the ground with a nice thick blanket. The sky
scrapers tops full to the brim with snow. Not many people were strolling around town.
Especially not Big Boss Broogue. He sat in his warm office, ordering cold, ill
colleagues around to get his papers printed, letters sent, and food cooked. Miss
Brandy knocked on his office door. "Big Boss? May i ask you something?" She said,
pushing the door slightly open and poking her head around the door. "Bah Humbug, what
IS it?" He growled, in a irritated voice, as though many had bothered him that
morning, when non had. "Um, May i have Christmas week off?" She asked in a worried
and hopeful voice. "You know fully well that Harley isn't around to take your
place!!," He bellowed concentrating on his computer screen, "And i suppose you will
be wanting $50 more onto your wage?" He continued, now looking up and scowling at
her. "No, Big Boss, Just my fair normal wage, sir" She quivered. "Be off with you
then, you must work extra hours on the Monday you come back!!" He shouted at her,
before Miss Brandy nodded and small thanking smile spread across her face. "Thank
you" She said, before leaving. She strode down the corridor to her office, picking up
her telephone and ringing her family. Big Boss Broogue scowled, hoping not to get any
more colleagues asking for time off at such a un-worthy season, Christmas. "What's
such a big deal, Bah Humbug to Christmas" He said to himself a large frown on his
forehead. Many people that short evening popped in to say Merry Christmas to him.
Knock, "Big Boss, Merry Christmas!!" The said, "Good Afternoon!" He shouted shooing
them out, and many more that day. Broogue just didn't like Christmas, as he had
recently lost his fellow work partner, Harley that season.


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