Christmas Dinner - entry into @TheAustinBriggs 55 word contest

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Christmas Dinner

Sitting in the recliner, Nicolas stares at his guest. Wearing the suit, swathed in faded reds, greens, and dingy whites; he could taste the fear and it was eggnog.

Bound and gagged, she watches as the stranger edges closer; fork in hand.

“Can you keep a secret, Rebecca? This year you’re my Christmas dinner.”

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