Christmas Eve

Leonora was looking forward to a peaceful Christmas.


Somehow the decorations and trees and cards had got consigned to the past.


Ping! went her email and there was a photo from Horrid Leonard. Of all his god-damned presents under the tree.


Piss off Leonard, she said to herself.  Great that you have a shit load of presents. And I have none. And no family. Just rub it in my face.


She sighed. Perhaps it wasn't going to be a good Christmas after all.  Whatever one of those was.