December 11 prompt is from Wordwielder: Mistletoe.
Davey pushed his way through the crowd of jostling elbows, feeling sullen.
"Careful, Davey!"
"Yes, Mrs. 'Udson."
Wiggins nicked all his last Christmas cookie, claiming ownership because of his seniority. There were none left.
"Oy, Davey!" Wiggins called to him.
"What?" He asked, wary.
"Look up!"
Davey did so slowly, and blanched.
A small sprig of mistletoe hung sinisterly above him.
Snickers broke out among the boys, and a few whistled. Davey spun slowly on the spot to see who was beside him. His stomach jumped.
It was the crow's wife. She was wearing a green dress and she hadn't noticed him yet. Maybe if he just crept away...
But they'd all know.
"Go on, Davey!" Wiggins encouraged, grinning slyly.
Davey tugged on her arm, feeling ill.
"Hm? Oh!" She turned and looked down, giving him a warm smile. "Hello, David. Did you need something?"
He pointed up wordlessly, pale. Her gaze followed his and understanding dawned on her face.
"Ahh." She bent down, speaking in a quiet voice. "You don't have to kiss me if you don't want to. I won't tell."
His words came out in a rush. "Th' other boys've seen now an' if I don't they'll tease me something 'orrible." He looked at her with wide, miserable eyes. "I'm sorry, Missus Watson."
Her smile grew warmer. "It's quite alright. Here." A gentle kiss was pressed to his cheek, then she pulled back, eyes sparkling conspiratorially. "That ought to satisfy them."
Sure enough, all had gone to awed silence from behind. Then a cheer went up, and Davey turned pink.
"Hush!" Mrs. Hudson scolded, across the room.
Mrs. Watson slipped him something with a wink, ruffling his hair. "Happy Christmas, David."
It was another cookie. He beamed, and nodded.
"Thank you, Missus Watson."