Shush, In some parts of the world it is not yet midnight.
Here is my response to a writing prompt one of my writer friends gave to me.

Instantly the glass was airborne, fleeing her hand only to smash against the wall. The red wine dripped down the white paint like blood.

“How … could you?” She screamed.

“I … I didn’t think …” he stammered.

“Of course you didn’t think! You never think first!”

“I just thought she should know the truth about Santa Claus.”

The prompt was to write a 55 starting with the word instantly.
No, this one doesn’t have a title yet.