Aunt Nettie’s Little Elves

Louise leaped into Bryan’s lap and curled around the remote. The vibration of her purring lulled his thigh to sleep. On the flat screen, LeBron performed his pregame ritual—clapping powder into the air.

“Aunt Nettie said dinner will be ready in a few minutes.” Bryan’s mother said. Thelma weaved in and out between her legs.

“Why do we have to eat Christmas dinner here with these cats?”

“Because I don’t have to cook.” She tossed a warm oven mitt at his head.

“As long as there’s no fur balls in the mac and cheese.”

word count: 96


© Scott L. Vannatter
© Scott L. Vannatter

Written for Day 23 of 31 Days of Holiday Hooligans and Friday Fictioneers — a weekly challenge where you must write a story in 100 words or less using the provided photo prompt as inspiration. Click the froggy icon to read other stories and add your own.

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