Story Time, Volume 29
This week's @DailyMicroFiction twitter stories, plus a bonus story at the end!
Sorcerers battled the dark since time immemorial. Every winter the sun retreated, leaving the lands to interminable, perennial shadow.
The tide turned when a wise scholar discovered an ancient spell — one that would brighten the firmament with magical, radiant light.
It's not the pine tree, straight and narrow and and ever-cloaked in demure greenery, that inspires passion. Instead it's the oak — knobbly and twisted, branches bare for all the world to see at the slightest drop in temperature.
Even with trees, sex sells.
"Santa doesn't exist," he said with all of the confidence an eight year old can muster. "My mom told me so."
"Then where do the presents come from?" his sister asked.
"Oh, dunno. Maybe the tooth fairy or the easter bunny help out."
The man faces the dealer. His chip stacks vary - some neat, some haphazard, of indiscriminate denominations.
"Call the flip."
The man sighs. "Same's last 17 trillion times. Tails."
...
Tails.
"You win again." The dealer pays out.
"Call the flip."
He thinks.
"Heads."