Nicholas Was…

older than sin, and his beard could grow no whiter. He wanted to die.

The dwarfish natives of the Arctic caverns did not speak his language, but conversed in their own, twittering tongue, conducted incomprehensible rituals, when they were not actually working in the factories.

Once every year they forced him, sobbing and protesting, into Endless Night. During the journey he would stand near every child in the world, leave one of the dwarves‘ invisible gifts by its bedside. The children slept, frozen into time.

He envied Prometheus and Loki, Sisyphus and Judas. His punishment was harsher.

Ho. Ho. Ho.

(aus: Neil Gaiman, Smoke and Mirrors, weitere Version hier: http://vimeo.com/19093462)

Ist nicht die beste Geschichte aus dem Buch, aber eine passende, wenn auch morbide. Und sie besteht aus genau hundert Wörtern. Das Buch hatte ich von daheim mitgenommen und dort ist es mittlerweile auch wieder angekommen. Danke Björn.

Frohen Nikolaustag!