Boxing Day 1956 - 100 Word Story by Mike Jackson

Boxing Day 1956

Boxing Day 1956, the day I stopped being a child. I was six years old.

It began late Christmas Eve when mum came home drunk. On the way back from the Red Lion she’d fallen on the ice, breaking a heel and snagging her best stockings. She needed someone to blame and I was the obvious choice. Told me Father Christmas didn’t exist and I wouldn’t be getting any presents. Turned out she was right on both counts.

By the following Christmas, she was dead, a mixture of drink and drugs – and I’d grown into the cynic I am today.


A 100-word story for this week’s prompt from Friday Fictioneers.

Photo courtesy of  J Hardy Carroll


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