Christmas flashing: Twas the night before Christmas by Vincent Stark
‘Fuck,’ naked, Tim Gubbins ran down the hall. He was trying for the bathroom since it had a good strong door with a lock. He didn’t reach it before feeling a stinging sensation in his left leg and falling to the floor. Then the agony came and when he looked he saw what had been his left foot. It had come to rest sideways on the floor; the stump still bubbling blood. Tim could see a bone gleaming impossibly white amongst the bloody mess.
‘Oh God, no, Tim whimpered as the man in the Santa suit approached him, swinging that razor sharp wire above his head like a cowboy with a lasso. It was that wire that had taken Tim’s foot off, so sharp that he hadn’t really felt the taunt wire as it had torn through flesh and bone, well not at first. He sure enough felt it afterwards.
‘Ho, ho ho,’ the man in the Santa suit said and then once again swung the whip at Tim , expertly decapitating him. Tim’s head rolled into the wall and then came to a rest, terror filled eyes staring in death, mouth agape as if mid scream.
The man in the Santa suit chuckled and then drunk the milk and ate the cookies that had been left for him, and with that he left the house.
He had such a lot to do tonight.
‘Ho, ho ho…..’
“But Stark has injected his own elements into the story. A pregnant woman and a plot thread I’ve not seen in a zombie story before. The ending threw a twist in and sets up the next part of the story, coming soon. Zombie stories are not a type I read a lot of, but I’ve come to expect good stuff from Stark/Dobbs/Martin, whatever genre he writes in.” From the Amazon review by George R Johnson
“Hey, if you love zombies (and who doesn’t) this is a fab read. The author is proving a master at several genres, all his novels are well worth reading.” From the Amazon review by D. Menashy