“Obonozor Screege, I am the spectre of Yuletide future…”
“He’s gone.”
“What? Who are you two?”
“I’m Yuletide Past and this is Present. I’d barely started my speech when Screege was off, dancing down the street, saying something about Tiny Tim, turkeys and sneaking through tulips.”
“So why didn’t you notify headquarters?”
“Thought we’d put our feet up. Time-travel’s really hard, you know? Anyway, fancy a drink? He’s got a fine collection of spirits.”
My entry in the October 2021 75 Word Story Challenge at SFFChronicles
Theme: Past, Present, And/Or Future
Genre:Ghost Stories
M. Robert Gibson 