Three Shorts for Christmas

By Janette Davies

Three short seasonal stories to gladden your heart, as another year draws to an end.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Janette Davies
• Release date: Dec 16, 2020
• ISBN: 9781386722687

Janette Davies

A British Brummie by birth, Janette now lives in Almeria, Spain, with husband, Colin, where they are currently renovating a village house. To date she has written two novels set in Southern Spain, a Self Help Book and has also contributed to various anthologies. She is still trying to grow her own bottle of wine. Website: https://janettedavieswriter.wixsite.com/website-1

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THREE

SHORTS

FOR

CHRISTMAS

Janette Davies

THREE SHORTS FOR CHRISTMAS

Copyright © 2020 Janette Davies

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The right of the author to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the relevant copyright legislation in her country of residence and generally under section 6bis of the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works.

This book may not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out, reproduced or otherwise circulated without prior consent of the author.

This work is a work of fiction. Names, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to any event, incident, location or person (living or dead) is entirely coincidental.

Cover photograph by Kristjana Ólafsdóttir

Published by Janette Davies

CONTENTS

ZEUS

VERONIQUE, WE SAW PЀRE NOЁL TOO!

GET YOUR SKATES ON, SANTA

ZEUS

Forrest Brown knocked on his friend Jamil's back door. Jamil's mother opened it and said, 'Come in Forrest, Jamil is just taking his cousin's present around to her house, he won't be long. Go through to the sitting room, Mr. Singh is in there.  Do you want a drink and a biscuit?'

'Yes please, Mrs. S. I want to show Jamil my new watch. It's waterproof and you can see it in the dark, even underwater!'

Forrest went into the sitting room where Mr. Singh was again reading yesterday's Financial Times. 'No work today, Mr. Singh?'  he asked.

'No Forrest, my boy, two whole bank-free days. We are travelling to Wolverhampton later to have a big lunch with all the family.'

´Brill! My Nan's coming over later and we're having turkey.'

At that point, Mrs. Singh came in, carrying a tray containing glasses of orange juice and a plate of biscuits. She handed Forrest one of the glasses; he took a big gulp of orange juice and said, 'You'll never believe what happened in my Dad's pub last night.'

'Probably not,' said Mr. Singh.

'Do tell us, please, Forrest,' said Mrs. Singh and winked at her husband.

'Well, it was closing time, and this man came in and asked if we had got a room for the night, 'cos his