Visions of Sugarplums (short story)
by Ginny Fleming
Published: December 20, 2010
"Baby rats. Baby rats. Gnawing at my gut, so tight. Baby rats... Baby rats... Nibble, nibble, nibble, bite. Oh, what fun it is to sing a junkie’s song tonight." This tuneless chant ran through Carter Fitzgerald Alexander’s mind in opposition to the Christmas Music playing over the department store’s sound system. If he had his way, this Christmas *would* be white.