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From All The Fallen Stories
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"What? I'm wearing them, obviously.", Sally insisted. No sooner had the words left her mouth than she realized what a silly thing to say that was. No way someone would believe that...

"Of course, honey.", said Otto. "Frank doesn't know. Come sit with us while I tell him about you."

Sally was equal parts relieved and confused, but she didn't know what else to do, so she took a seat on the fallen log Otto was using as a bench.

"Frank, this is my daughter Sally. Sally, Frank. He rolled into town yesterday, heading out west, he says."

"She's your daughter? And you just let her—"

"Adopted daughter. But let's not get ahead of ourselves, it's a long story."

Sally liked Otto's stories. And yes she realized they weren't always true, but he'd never told a story about her before. She was intrigued, despite the extremely embarrassing situation. She might have been able to miss the fact that she was naked while walking alone, but now seated on a cold log in front of two men, she found it difficult to think of anything else.

"It happened on Christmas Eve, six years ago, during the Bad Winter. Half the state was under 10 feet of snow. That was a rough time for me, as you can imagine. But they put me up in the church, and that's where I was when I heard it. Just before midnight there was an almighty boom, and the sky lit up like dawn. The telephone lines were iced up, and the snow was blowing too hard for anyone to go out and investigate, so we had no idea what was happening until the next day. But Christmas morning was a somber one, as news finally reached us that Flight-69 had gone down just outside of town, with over 200 souls presumed lost."

Sally didn't remember any of this. But she was very curious to hear how it turned out, and what it had to do with her.

"Naturally, I was eager to repay the good folks in town for their hospitality by joining their search party, faint hope though it was. But just hiking out to the crash site took all morning, and when we got there it was horrible. Nothing but twisted and charred metal. I couldn't bear to look through the wreckage, so I started scouting a little further away in case by some miracle anyone had managed to get out before it burned. That's when I found her, little Sally, then only 3 years old, just standing wide-eyed in the snow. There were shreds of burned clothing on the ground, but she appeared to be completely naked, yet unharmed.

I quickly called the others over. No would could figure out how she survived not only the crash, but a night in sub-zero weather with no clothing. Sally was too scared to talk at first. She just clung to whatever adult carried her. I took her back to town with a couple other guys while everyone else looked for more survivors. Sadly there were none."

At this point, Sally knew she was listening to another one of Otto's made up stories, though it was certainly entertaining, if a little scary. It also sounded like he was trying to explain why she was naked. She shifted uncomfortably on her wooden seat. It was obvious that Frank was more interested in looking at her than in the story.

"Well, once we got her back to town and calmed down a bit, she told us her name and did her best to explain what happened. She said the plane fell and everyone screamed. She couldn't explain how she got out of it, but the next thing she said was the most curious of all. She told us that Santa had given her a set of warm clothes. 'What happened to them?', we asked. But she insisted she was still wearing them."

Frank started laughing at this point. "So you're telling me she's wearing invisible clothing from Santa Claus?"

"Not... as such. I can't explain it, but I know what I saw."

"So is that how you remember it too, Sally?"

She stalled, trying to think of what to say. "Well... I was so young, I don't really remember that night."

"But you think you're still wearing those clothes?"

"Oh, no. They don't fit me anymore. And they'd be way to warm for this time of year anyway. These are different clothes." She mimed tugging on them hem of her shirt.

"Right of course... but all your clothes are invisible?"

"Why do people keep saying that?? I can see them fine." Sally was getting into the story now, and convincingly pretended to be upset by this.

"Please, Frank. You have to understand how hard this is for her.", said Otto. "Why do you think she's staying with me? A family here tried to take her in, the Sororens I think—"

"Sorenson", Sally corrected.

"Right, right the Sorensons. But people in town couldn't accept her, and kept accusing her of being naked."

"I'm not naked! How come no one but Otto believes me?" Sally seemed ready to cry.

"There there, sweetheart." Otto put his hand on her shoulder. It felt strange on her bare skin, but she tried not to flinch for the sake of their deception.

Frank scratched his head, unsure what to make of the ridiculous story he'd just been told.

What did he decide?