The only resolution I even attempt is to write the G-man a 55 word story each Friday. Why? Because odds are I can actually keep that one.
He’d grown tired of the noise.
The last minute shoppers.
Late customers who showed up at dinner time
while he was trying to head out the door.
He’d found the joy of Christmas in two places.
The red glow of retreating taillights.
And a nap with his new toy,
which doubled as a nose warmer.
Well, he IS the Security Guard in Hubby's shop.
When he's not taking one of his 10 naps.