PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
As I pass balloons decorating lampposts and gaudy neon lights, my heart feels that little bit heavier. I see the rowdy party-goers dancing with arms flailing and drunken grins spread across their faces.
Are they as happy as they seem? Perhaps they’re trying just that little bit too hard.
Am I the only one who dreads this time of year?
I’ve no money to buy the children a decent gift or provide a traditional Christmas meal.
I can pay the bills… just, but we will have to keep the heating low.
I’ve no energy to appear jolly.
Damn you, Peter.
Word Count: 100
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.