Short Fiction: The Worst Gift
The Worst Gift By: Erin Snyder Edwin Thorester had given up on ever finding the best gift, or even a good gift, for that matter, long before he stepped into the For Corners Gift Emporium. The fact of the matter was simply that a “good gift” was an adult equivalent to Saint Nicholas; namely, that it existed in the heart, that many believed in its power, but no matter how much you were willing to delude yourself, it simply wasn't real. The problem, as he saw it, was that the alternative was a gift that was not memorable. This was the one ideal he couldn’t bear to abandon. He’d already purchased a dozen potential gifts. A potential gift, as defined by Edwin Thorester, was similar to an actual gift, save that rather than being given, it resided in a state of rest. More specifically, his potential gifts were resting in a large, cardboard box labeled, “X-Mas Decorations.” One day, he swore, he would replace that box with a newer, better one, and label it “Christmas Gifts in Wa