It was a bad winter, even for northern Ontario. Jean hadn't seen anyone in weeks, and he was running out of food.
Jean heard scratching on his door.
When he opened his door, there was a freshly killed squirrel, and no sign of anyone.
Winter wore on, and the gifts kept coming. It was alway just enough, and he never saw so much as a footprint. Then, the visits stopped.
When he next heard the scratching, there was a human hand, still bleeding, waiting for him.
You'll eat anything if you're hungry enough.
You'll befriend anyone, if you're lonely enough.
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.