The man in the red coat covered his nose and mouth. He was going to sneeze. He could feel it coming. Maybe if he scrunched up his nose… wiggled it from side to side…
“Achoo!”
“Bless you.”
“Thanks.”
“Are you alright in there?”
He considered the question. Pondered his response even more carefully.
“As well as can be expected. You could always change your mind. Just forget I was here.”
He waited expectantly for a reply, ears straining in an attempt to hear any clues that might indicate the other person’s mood.
“No, I don’t think so. They should be here any minute now.”
“Look, it was an innocent mistake. I’m dyslexic. I mixed up the house numbers.”
“So you keep saying.”
“The kids are waiting for me up the street. They’ll be worried.”
“You’ll be out of there soon. You can make your phone call.”
“What about all these presents?”
He heard a knock on a wooden door.
“That’ll be the police now. Let’s wait for them to get you out of my chimney before we look at what’s in your bag.”
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Have a restful festive season. You deserve it.
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