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The Present

stockvault-gift125208by Sean M. Kozma

Part of the December writing challenge: It’s Christmas morning.  As you open your first gift, you are transported to an alternate- universe holiday celebration, in which you are in an extreme position of power.  WRITE ABOUT IT.

Billy and Suzie ran downstairs Christmas morning to start opening presents. The pile under the tree was modest, but respectable. Susie grabbed a long, rectangular box, wrapped in red foil damasked with snowflake shapes, and crisscrossed with a broad, green ribbon. Billy grabbed a large, square present, wrapped in silver paper with blue circles.

They tore into their presents together, scattering ragged scraps around the living room. Susie’s present was an ectomorphic doll with uncharacteristically large breasts for her body type, complete with multiple couture outfits. Billy’s was a radio-controlled racecar with oversized wheels. They both made exclamations of joy, and reached for another present.

This time Susie chose a small box, wrapped in poinsettia print. Bobby picked a rectangular present wrapped in white paper with pictures of Santa on it. Again they tore through the wrappings in tandem.
Susie’s present was a pair of clip-on earrings. Bobby’s was a stack of comic books. Both squealed with glee.
The latest presents opened, they turned to look for their next targets, and both caught sight of the same present at the same time. A large, square box addressed to both of them, wrapped in plain, brown paper. It was heavy enough to require both of them to lift.

They tore it open together and found a box labeled “Ultimate Power.”

They ripped the thin cardboard of the box apart, one on each side. Inside, they found a strange glowing orb.

“What do we do with it?” Susie asked.

“I don’t know,” said Bobby.

“It’s kind of a disappointment,” said Susie.

“Yeah, I wanted a fire engine,” said Bobby.

A fire engine appeared in the kitchen with a crash. The children stared at the large red vehicle with astonished eyes.

“Wow,” said Bobby.

“I want to be a princess,” said Susie.

Suddenly Susie’s outfit was transformed into an elegant, sparkling ball gown, and a diamond-crusted tiara appeared on her head.

“I want to be Batman,” Bobby shouted, almost before Susie’s transformation was complete.

Bobby grew to over twice his height, and his muscles bulged against his skin, as his pajamas changed and grew into black and gray body armor.

“I want to be a ninja,” Susie screamed excitedly. Her gown turned into a dark gray, form-fitting outfit that covered most of her face, although hints of the glitter of her gown and tiara remained.

“I want a rocket ship,” shouted Bobby.

An enormous rocket pierced the roof of the house. Dust and debris settled over the living room.

All morning, the two children took turns wishing for every possible thing they could imagine. But soon it was time for brunch, and the kids forgot about the glowing sphere. That afternoon, they had to go visit grandma, and by the next day, they had forgotten all about it, and by the time January rolled around, it was gathering dust in a corner of the basement, next to the radio controlled car, and the fashion doll.

The earrings and the comic books continued to get use for months to come.

Sean M. Kozma is a writer, sound designer, and audio technician living in Los Angeles, and working in professional theatre. He also works behind the camera on independent films as production manager, assistant director, and line producer. Originally hailing from southeast Michigan, he has worked as a dishwasher, a fry cook, a delivery driver, a taxicab driver, a dispatcher, an engraver, and an office drone. He is currently writing a novel, among other projects.

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