Carol of the Bells
By Rob Smales
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"Christmas?"
"Too commercialized."
"Krampusnacht?"
"Too mainstream."
When Brian and Carol came to England, all they wished for was the most traditional holiday celebration they could find:
a dance in the village square, dinner in the inn's taproom, and a lovely winter stroll beneath the stars.
No one told them to be careful what they wished for.
They might just get it.
Rob Smales
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Carol of the Bells - Rob Smales
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Carol of the Bells
Carol of the Bells
Rob Smales
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Bad Ideas Press
This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Copyright © 2023 by Rob Smales
Cover art © 2015 Ana Lucia Cortez
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
For permission queries, contact the author through his website, at RobSmales.com.
Second Edition, Bad Ideas Press, October 2023
ISBN-13: 978-1-959271-04-8
This is for all those people who love the holidays . . .
and the rest of us who hate them.
CAROL OF THE BELLS
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way . . .
~James Lord Pierpont, 1857
The closing door cut off the invading flow of frigid air with a thunk as they entered, loud in the silence that had fallen in the Earle’s Inn. Carol gazed nervously at the two dozen faces staring back from the long, low space, pale ovals floating motionless in the gloom of the taproom. Behind her she felt Brian doing the same. Even the tall man behind the dark wooden bar was frozen in the act of cleaning a glass, the rag hanging from the vessel’s mouth fluttering in the momentary breeze as he stood gawping. The uncomfortable moment stretched out for the space of four heartbeats. Then five. Six.
Okay, she thought, this was a mistake. Screw what Brian says, I vote we get the hell out of here right now.
She shifted her weight, preparing to step backward—right through Brian, if necessary—and return to the car before the seats in their rented Saab had grown cold, when the barman barked out a series of syllables.
Kineye hilpoo fowks?
Brian slid around her, stomping the snow from his boots as he stepped forward, speaking confidently in his rough approximation of an English accent.
We were wondering if you had a room available?
He’d been working on it the entire time they had been in England, and though she had to admit he’d been getting a little better, Brian’s accent was, for the most part, terrible. Still, he sounded like some lord on Masterpiece Theatre compared with the barman’s accent, so thick it was almost physical. After twelve days of traveling from small English villages to even smaller English villages, however, the whetstone of regional accents had honed her ear to a fine enough edge to suss out the tall man’s meaning after merely a moment: Can I help you folks?
Room?
The barman shook his head. "Of course we have a room. But I don’t think—"
We’ll just have to set it up for you is all.
One of the pale faces emerged from the crowd of seated drinkers: a woman, a worn and soiled apron protecting her old-fashioned, high-necked dress from the inevitable spills encountered serving in a bar. She was of an age with the barman—anywhere from thirty to fifty in this dim light—and though she stood ramrod straight, she was as short as he was tall. The way she cut him off without a glance, coupled with his silent, bunching jaw muscles when she did, let Carol make a guess at the relationship: the tall man might have been the landlord, but this was the landlady, and despite the dress, she wore the pants.
We just don’t see many travelers ’ere, is all,
the barkeep said, the polishing rag juddering into a slow rotation within the glass. The low murmur of whispered conversation rose.
Brian, always outgoing and comfortable in his own skin, stepped up to the