Dominic

It was Monday morning, thirtieth of December. Dominic had to be at
work at Seven. He got into his car, the early morning had not yet woken
up, it was dark and still. First he noticed the silence, then the
absence of cars. Driving along the by pass he started to become
anxious. The traffic light was red and he stopped, waiting at the
crossroads for a car to go past, there was nothing, green, he pulled
away and coasted down the hill to the roundabout, it's always busy
there, he thought.

At the roundabout Dominic stopped, this was frightening, he got out of
his car. Then from somewhere he heard bells, not church bells, tiny
bells. They got louder, then a slay shot past, then another, then a
third, four, five, six, they kept on going flying just above the roofs
of the houses, there were tens of father Christmas' being pulled by
reindeer. Dominic caught a "ho, ho, ho" and started to wave for no
reason he could think of. One of them threw glittering power over the
edge of his slay which rained down on Dominic and then they were gone.
Silence.

Suddenly there was a loud parp, Dominic jumped, he was back in his car,
looking in his rear view mirror, an angry builder was shaking his fist
in his lorry. All around the traffic stopped, started and stopped at
the busy roundabout. Dominic looked at his watch it was eighty-thirty,
he was late for work.