“THROUGH THE YEARS WE ALL WILL BE TOGETHER”: ITS BITTER PERFUME. At last, the end of the depressing Christmas story. The structure of this story is egregious. I do think there’s good stuff here, but it will take some serious kneading and punching before the dough is ready. At any rate, you can read the whole thing from the beginning here, or get the final installment, in which the characters go home.

When we finally kiss goodnight

How I’ll hate going out in the storm!

But if you’ll really hold me tight

All the way home I’ll be warm…

Coming up next: R is for Ray Bradbury Pastiche. I’ve already started working on it, so you should get the first bit pretty soon.