The Last Christmas

I Saw Lightning Fall hosts a horrifying Christmas story event most years;

http://isawlightningfall.blogspot.com/2018/12/advent-ghosts-2018-stories.html?m=1

 

100 words, no more  no less. This is my contribution, I hope you find it terrible.

 

How quickly it ended; a flash of light, the sound of thunder then deafening silence. First the lights, then heat. Eventually the kindness and finally the food.

With nothing left, we looked toward Christmas and the promise of redemption. It was all we had, and we prayed for months.

Time passed, eroding our humanity.

Is there any hope when my only friend may be my last supper? 

Or will I be his?

Will we wish ourselves a Merry Christmas as we chew through muscle, then liver, heart, the skin and eventually gnaw on the marrow remaining in our own bones?

 

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