Dark festive wishes . . .
Well, folks, it's almost Xmas, and to celebrate the release of my new Xmas-related novel, Fearful Festivities , here's a very short and very nasty story which inspired a section of the novel. If you like this dark tale, you'll certainly love the longer work. So, with apologies in advance, here's a guy who enjoys a rather harried festive holiday . . . Just For You Gary Fry The box was delivered to his flat on Christmas Eve. Mrs Jenkins – the old lady who lived on the ground floor; one of the few people in his life he’d yet to offend – had obviously signed the courier’s paperwork and left the box in the lobby for him to find after returning from the DHSS. It was square, waist-high and the length of an adult’s arm. God knows how he managed to get it upstairs to his flat. Since the divorce and losing his job, he hadn’t exactly been following a healthy diet, and already the effects were telling. His hangover seemed to be rendering the box double its weight; surely it was ac