A modern Christmas Carol

chapter 3: ipads and cake

  The room was exactly the same as Abby lift it, only difference was, an iPad sitting on the couch. Abby picked it up look at it. A picture of a gangster was on the screen. “waza’,” said the picture. Abby squealed and dropped the iPad. “ouch” the gangster in the picture arose out of the iPad. “You’d think seein’ my gruh Past would be a good ice breaka’ but guess not,” said the gangster.

“Who are you?” Abby said

“Present, Christmas present,” he said, holding out his fist for Abby to bump, but she didn’t budge. ”le’s go to, the present then.”

 “what ever..” it was then she noticed. “um mister present sire? You have a gun-holster but no gun why?”

“peace on earth, ain’t no day like Christmas day ta bring us together.”

“wait aren’t you supposed to be a jolly fat man?”

“are you comin or what?” he said. Abby reached for his hair like she did for the previous ghost, but he jerked away.

“Woah. No one touches the dreads bruh, I just got ‘em did. Now.” He thrust his hand outward. And her living room transformed into another house. The door opened to this new house and in came Bobbie with hands full of food.

  “Bobbie!! Screamed a child and he ran to her.

  “Hello Tim,” she said trying to give him a hug without dropping any food.

  Abby could tell there was something wrong with the boy. “Hey, spirit what’s wrong with him?”

  “He’s sick. Bobbie has been trying everything but can’t do it all,” replied the spirit.

  “Well where are his parents?”

  ‘In the clink. His sister and him are in fosters.”

  “She never told me that.”

  “You never asked.” Abby had to admit she hadn’t asked. She watched Bobbie make their Christmas dinner which was fried chicken from Kroger, baked beans and yellow cake from a box.

   “That’s not a Christmas dinner.”

   “It’s all they can afford.”

  “Well where are their foster parents?”

  “That’s a good question.” The more she watched the more her heart went out to the boy. So joyous, and to think, so sick.

  “Will he die?”

  “It’s possible.”

  “No spirit!”

  “Why not?”

  “Well he is so innocent. And he gives to much joy to Bobbie. I haven’t seen her smile in, well I never seen her smile the way she does here.”

   “I got you a gift Bobbie,” said Tim sweetly. The seen finished. And so did the ghost and she was back in her living room.

   It was darker then before, though not silent like the last ghost had left her. Abby could her a fant screaming but not of terror, she could also her a slit beat. Then she saw him.