Look at me, I'm flashing!

Not this kind of flashing!

I'm not that kind of blogger!!

Randy Lindsay is doing a contest on his blog.

It's a little Flash Fiction

with

a 

PRIZE!

It's going all week so pop on over to get the DEETS

and join in the fun.

Here is my entry:

Every December her living room looked just like a forest. For the families of Tangers, MN having one tree in your front window was for the ungodly. If you really cared about the season you had several. They were a way to express your thoughts and feelings, your devotion and festive nature. But Caroline Grey had enough of the tradition. She was mildly allergic to the sappy visitors. She was tired of the pretense of doing what others expected of her. And she usually burnt out a vacuum sucking up pine needles all of January. But if she stopped she feared that her neighbors would find out something she had hidden deep within her attic. Behind her plastic bins of Christmas tree decorations was a tattered cardboard box holding her menorah. What would the Tangers folk think if she threw out the trees and lit a few candles?