A Christmas Task

Lilly Moore

Staring at clocks had become a regular part of most days. The boring, shatterproof clock in the gym which ticked away the seconds until training was over, the classic clock with the silver rim which always seemed to go slower the longer the professor talked, the quickly changing numbers on your phone's alarm clock which you would bit by bit move towards 6:45, 7, 7:05, 7:20, 7:25, 7:30, 7:45, 7:50 and 8 until it all became too much, so you would reluctantly switch it off and go back to sleep.
Well, for once the counting was over and you could head home, just in time to finish packing presents, send out last minute Christmas cards and make an effort at decorating.
Cold air hit you the moment you left the building. "Just a couple more minutes" you told yourself. After all, you'd already gotten this far. Trudging through the wet snow was no fun, but the one thing that kept you going was the thought of curling up under your blanket, making a cup of hot chocolate and curling up to watch films. "Help!"
What was that? Oh, never mind. You walk on.
"Oh do please stop and help!" There it is again, this time louder.You turn around and see a little boy, bundled up in a huge winter jacket and looking very upset.
What do you do?
Help the boy
Ignore him