A Wish For Santa - A 100 Words Story

Santa was here, cloaked up red and ready to rumble, gifts in hand and children wanting to have some cookies. I was the only one left at the back, not wanting to move closer and collect some, large crazy thoughts on my mind, troubled soul, I don't want gifts, but a peaceful non-abusive home. I hope that's not too much to ask Santa.

The beating has increased to a new high level, mum couldn't see properly anymore, I can't lay claim to a home the way my friends do. Shame, introvert, low self-esteem all round up intp one little boy.

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