
CCC #91
“Begone from me, Spirit!” Scrooge implored.
Yet, the apparition remained unmoved before him.
“Tell me, Spirit,” he trembled, “are the things I have read tonight already published, or might some editorial hand yet intervene?”
It was then that the Ghost of Crispina Future lifted a low carb snack to her lips, and Scrooge knew his literary fate was sealed.
Padre
Oh, Padre, that is brilliant. Chortled right out loud. 🙂
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