The Guards leave Tom squirming on his chair.
Knowing the sting of the astringent cleaning liquid
will become increasingly unbearable on his sensitised skin.
The clock on the mantlepiece begins to strike midnight,
It's Christmas Day, he's been trapped here nearly two hours.
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| Mitchell HG19 - The Spirit of Christmas Past |
Before the chimes can finish a ghostly apparition materialises before him.
A familiar figure uttering familiar words from Christmas Days long gone.
They too still have the power to sting.