“Sometimes traditions are better off dead.”
John made the statement with a cold look on his face. No care in his eyes, as he removed any remnants of childhood wonder for them.
Ehks stood up from where the stolen children were seated. She looked angry. She moved forward only to be stopped by Oh. He was not one of them though a child, himself, only a few years older than her. They exchanged looks seemingly speaking through their eyes, before Ehks sighed and sat back down.
Oh turned to John and simply said, “But it’s Christmas?”
His placating tone made John pause and wonder if he needed to keep a closer eye on Ehks. He shook his head. Though she was beautiful there was no denying it… surely not!
Agnes S Kamalnath 