Festive Flash Fiction Day 8: Hannah Can’t Handle It
Hoo boy. Well, this started out as a little musing on the discomfort of holiday social interaction, but it clearly took a left turn somewhere inside my subconscious. NO aspersions intended, of course. Holiday humour, eh? Hannah Can’t Handle It The room sign said “How To Handle It”, so Hannah slunk inside. Her humiliation was tempered only a little by the number of other people sitting in the room. They all looked as humbled as she felt. Her sin?
Hannah hated hugging.
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