In London, just before Christmas, Clara is smug about her perfect life and relationship...
But the illusion melts faster than a snowman in the rain. Devastated, Clara flees to the Isle of Skye to lick her wounds.
There, far from festive cheer, she experiences festive drear.
As Clara falls deeper into the doldrums of despair, can a furry friend help?
Because she has given up men. And not just for Christmas.
A festive tale (tail?) of about 5000 words
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