All in a Night’s Work

The white-bearded biker slung a sack over his mighty shoulders, then ripped open a drinking carton with a bite.

“So, you’re him?” I ask.

“One of many,” he says, pouring eggnog into his Harley.

“Why are you doing that?”

“Vital holiday magic for speed.”

Copyright © by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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