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A SMITEMAS
CAROL: CHAPTER II
- THE VISITATION
By Devon Boyette
Before he knew it, tomorrow had come, the ghost of a small bow in tiny, useless hands.
and tried as he might, he couldn’t write “Heya!” it shouted at him cheerfully.
off the visit from his old and only friend as a “My God,” Apollo said, “what are you?”
dream. Apollo lie in the dark, still and scared, and “I’m Cu--err, the Ghost of Christmas Past!” it said.
waited, for death or morning whichever came Apollo watched it fluttering there with those
first, but it turned out neither was on the menu.
As the giant clock outside chimed one, tiny wings and shuddered at the inhumanity of
he heard a harp strumming, a beautiful it all. Finally, he stood and greeted the ghost.
sound that was completely out of place in
the dark bedroom, and when it ended-- “Come on,” it said, “follow me!”
Apollo turned slowly and saw the first of his Turning, the small cherubic god dashed forward
visitors, a horrible child, hanging over the ground by at high speed; there was another strumming of harp
dint of tiny, ephemeral wings. It had a huge, swollen music from nowhere, and the ghost disappeared
head with a vacant, smiling expression slapped on top, into a swirling vortex of red and white. Apollo
all mounted on a grossly misshapen body. It clutched hesitated for only a moment before following.
The two of them were standing in duo lane, but
it was almost unrecognizable. The map was old,
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