The Worst Gift is this month’s prompt for the Fiction in Fifty Words meme #Fi50. Please thank Rebecca Douglass for hosting it all year and reminding us to link to her own post each month. More people are welcome to join in – see the information page at her Ninja Librarian site.
My inspiration for this gift came from an old sketch, or a sketch revived in an old comedy programme, possibly Monty Python or the Two Ronnies. There are still some of us who will fall into parodies of the original sketch, which relies on some chaps trying to outdo each other in testifying to their working class roots by reminiscing on how poor they were. So being bathed in a tin sink on the kitchen table (my brother testifies to that, and I witnessed the tin bath’s existence), was outdone by having to share it with the neighbours, out on the cobbled street. In the snow… with actual tar for soap… and so it went on.
Despite the worsening of these gifts, I hope you have a good Christmas. If you don’t want to give a gift to anyone, why not buy something for a charity instead, or as well.
The Worst Gift
“That’s nothing,” I said. “One year all I got was a lump of coal, wrapped in a ribbon.”
“You think that’s bad,” Sid countered. “We were that poor we couldn’t afford ribbon.”
“My dad got killed one Christmas, down the mine,” Pat mumbled.
We paused. “That’s the worst,” we agreed.
© J M Pett 2018
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Books on Sale
Most of my collection will be on sale at Smashwords for the Christmas – New Year week.