Fantasy by KELLEPICS in Pixabay
A Snowman for Mary
"Pity the male spider. He mates at great risk to life and limb. Mitchell was writing a blog with some humor, posing as the victim."
"Nature knows what she's doing, and whoever touches her, touches her.
Mary was sarcastic and sharp, not interested in extending that low-voltage short, which bothered her. Christmas was slowly approaching, embracing autumn. The cold was creeping up the bones, winter was coming.
"This year I will make a raffling of me...should I set aside a number for you?"
Mary pretended not to have heard anything while thinking: "Ups, this guy is very heavy, he doesn't get tired of making a fool of himself, he doesn't pick up signs what a bad vibe, so fresh insinuating unpleasant things!
While he was thinking, he unwittingly made unpleasant gestures with his mouth that Mitchell interpreted in a very particular and annoying way. She lived in a mental bubble that looked like a crystal ball with snow and Christmas dolls. Every snowflake is a compliment to him, a conceited male.
"Do you believe in Santa Claus?"
"Oh my God! When is this man going to shut up? He won't let me see Goku in peace. Shall I make him disappear with a "Kamehameha"?
When money leaks out of a rich person's purse he or she hopes that no one sees the dribble. Mitchell had spent a fortune he no longer had on a tour of several European countries. He saw it as an investment; he believed that with his charm any rich girl would fall at his feet. But, he fell for the wrong prey, Mary wasn't interested and she didn't have as much money as he thought.
"Hey! Is your coach here yet? Mine is here yet, if I fall down on the track don't laugh!"
Mary slammed him with a scornful look, didn't open her mouth, but inside she was screaming, "What does this guy think, my God? How long is he harassing me? I don't skate and I don't like it! I'm not going down to the rink. My note is different. And him, I definitely can't stand him as a partner in anything; I just want to spend this time relaxed. Hopefully, Akira will call..."
While Mary was enthralled with her favorite series in the lounge of the most remote inn in the Swiss Alps, which she arrived at thanks to winning a paid vacation in an ancient anime contest. In her room, Akira, her Japanese boyfriend, was building a Christmas fantasy for her, leaving clues for her to discover the Christmas character through the parts left at random in different places of the bed: the red scarf on the pillow, three black buttons in the center of the bed, two dry twigs on the sides, a carrot between the two pillows, three small grass hairs and two large protruding teeth.
"The body is missing, but it must be built in the ice kingdom out there if you guess the character." - Enthused, he told her and also to go up to his room. "Surprise after surprise," he whispered, as he hid.
She opened the door with unusual energy for the last few days. He looked around, but there was no one there, only the clues in the bed. She looked at them, muttering "a snowman", but when she saw the big plastic teeth, she screamed:
"Olaf! It's Olaf, the Frozen film Snowman! So silly, Akira, how easy he made it for me!" He dialed his number on his cell phone and it rang in the same room. Amazed, she watched as Akira came out of the closet, shouting in a very deep voice: Merry Christmas! Ho, ho, ho, ho!
12/12/2020
In response to @mariannewest
The 3 Prompt Weekend Freewrite - 12/12/2020 Each message is highlighted in bold
