I had no idea what to write about, so I went for the obvious holidays just around the corner. For some reason, I couldn't write a happy story today. Oh well. Actually, it's a little happy with some sad mixed in. Here's my story!
“It’s always the same,” Khaela muttered as she caught sight
of the employees at the store hanging tinsel and wreaths at the end of each
aisle. “They always skip Thanksgiving and go straight to Christmas.”
“What’s so great about Christmas?” she asked herself as she
loaded her buggy with cranberry sauce and pie shells. “It’s too long and too
commercial.”
Khaela paused and closed her eyes, trying to fight a sudden
temptation to run screaming from the store. Christmas held too many bad
memories, but Thanksgiving, now that holiday was perfect. No gift buying; no
extended, family visits. Just one day and then it’s over. Peaceful.
“Brian’s bringing the turkey and Ann’s making the dressing,”
Khaela commented. “So all that’s left is the pie filling—“
“Try the cherry,” a voice interrupted.
Khaela turned around slowly and found herself looking down
at a little boy of about six years of age. He had bright blue eyes and elfin
features, but he didn’t say anything else.
“Pardon?” Khaela asked, unsure if he had been speaking to
her.
“Try the cherry pie filling,” the boy stated. “It tastes
like Christmas and happiness. My mommy used to make me a cherry pie every
Christmas before she left. Cherries make me happy and you look like you need
more happy.”
Khaela didn’t have a response; she merely stared at him as
he smiled like he’d done her a huge favor with the suggestion. Then, he walked
away.
“Cherries,” she repeated slowly. “Happiness.”
Happy Holidays!
Oh, I really like it. I can get grumpy too. But, I LOVE cherry pie, and no one ever makes it. Great job, and I'm glad you joined us.
ReplyDeleteSweet and sad. Good combo!
ReplyDeleteAww, bittersweet. I can't get over his mommy leaving. Great story. :)
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