Merry christmas Stories

"Oh, one of your memorable eye-watering farts, Biscuit. A lovely Christmas present," Marcus said, looking at his dog. Although it was Christmas Day, Biscuit wasn't cutting his master slack. He wanted his walk, and he wanted it immediately, especially as it was light now. Marcus took Biscuit up to the park. Everyone still needed a walk, whatever day of the week it was, and Marcus at least felt he'd ticked the human contact...

'Christmas, snowman, Santa, presents, baubles, sleigh, reindeer, crackers, stocking, pudding.' Dr. Wichser held up each picture one by one, taking notes after Penny had looked at them. This confirmed his suspicion: it was the reading of the words or hearing them spoken that triggered a reaction in her, not the visual interpretation of the images. "That's quite unusual and, I imagine, socially challenging," the doctor said...

Another lonely Christmas loomed. Imprisoned by circumstances, Stella rarely spoke to people, and when she did, it was only a matter of time before she slipped up. Stella couldn't believe her eyes when she saw him walking past with a message on his sweatshirt. 'I want to tuck your sits, but that's my issue,' it said. Joey had worn the sweatshirt as his act of defiance. The world laughed at him, but he wasn't giving up just...

Megan smiled as she walked along the street. Her mind was full of memories of doing so previously, how she had slipped on the wet moss that covered the pavement, and how George had saved her. Her mind drifted back to the suggestion that a 'slippery when wet' sign should be in place and how thoughts had turned to other times when her body might need similar warnings posted. She also remembered how he had dropped off his do...