November 2023 Obsidian City Center @rohawkins
"Christmas again?" Alexander droned as they walked against the flow of sidewalk traffic. Each step nearer the square — where every year a giant tree was lit increasingly early in the holiday season — was a harder step to take for the thickening of the crowd desperate, for reasons Alexander could not fathom, to see the unremarkable piney Christmas phallus.
It might've been easier to get through the crowd if he dropped her hand, but easy bored him anyway. "Didn't we only just have Christmas last year? God, you mortals and your short cycles. I'll be ready for another Christmas in a decade, maybe." When Alexander complained, mostly, it was for the simple fun of it. No surer way was there to pass the time.
