She Is Waiting

She slithers under the ice, her talons clicking. Displeasure radiates off her, off every hair and every scale. It vibrates the very air.

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The ice is a thick slab, such as a heavyweight wrestler could skate on with complete confidence. We're fortunate not to be able to see through it. Not clearly, at any rate. It's like looking through an opaque bathroom window. There's a hint of something like a voluptuous woman beyond, but it's... wrong.

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Too hideous for any single pair of eyes to see all at once, you see her only in fits and starts. Especially at this time of year, when she is not yet at her full strength.

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Her curves and (oh gosh) all that hair are juxtaposed against the impression of sharpness. When she turns one way, there's a hint of bright red, and when she turns elsewise, a smattering of white fur on the edge of vision...

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...where something sparkles, like glitter, or a migraine. Listen, if you can stand it, and you'll hear her call. Feel it. Jarring your bones.

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Pray, if you've a God to pray to, that she doesn't swivel completely and fix you with her icy black glare. What man can stand the sight of those bright red lips, stretched and stretched around sharp white teeth? One powerful flick of that tail and she could be pressed up against the ice, her jaw gaping a threat at you. Worse, ghastly grey claws could find a crack in the melting ice, the image of her clearer than ever, and twice as frightening.

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Why is she angry?

Neck deep in November as we are, a sign is appearing in various establishments up and down the country. Blossoming like a virulent mushroom. She feels it, in the chipped glacier behind her breasts. Every time another one goes up, she shudders, as if an arrow hit home between those scales.

And yet still...

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The sign says,

MARIAH CAREY'S ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

***WILL BE SKIPPED***

IF PLAYED BEFORE 1ST DEC.

AFTER 1ST DEC, THE SONG IS ONLY ALLOWED

ONCE PER NIGHT

Oh, she's displeased, alright.

You better watch out.

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Word count: 366

(NB. This excludes the title, subtitle, and author's note.)

Submitted on Thursday 14th November at 11PM

Quick Author's Note

I love this song, so shoot me! I don't know where the legend of the Mariah came from, but I love that, too!

A Year of Stories: I'm writing (and submitting, here) a story every day this year. This continues my 319 (!!!) daily micro-fiction story streak since 1st January.

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Thank you

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