First, I want to thank everyone for all the wonderful anniversary wishes! You guys are super! We had a fabulous evening taking the kids out to dinner and enjoying some great family time.
Now on to the main event!
I'm participating in the Romantic Writer's Holiday Spirit Blogfest today, hosted by Denise Covey and Donna Hole. I decided to write a flash fiction. Hope you enjoy.
I handed Ellie her bags. “Hey, you’d better get to the taxi or you’re going to miss your flight.”
“Are you sure you’re going to be all right?” she asked scrunching her eyes up.
“I’ll be fine, now go and have a Merry Christmas in snowy New York.”
“Ok, call me.” She hugged me and hurried out the door.
I told her I’d be ok, but as the door closed and our little apartment fell silent, a lump formed in my throat. I couldn’t believe it was Christmas Eve and I was spending it alone. When John dumped me two days ago, Ellie asked me to join her, but I didn’t want to barge in on her family’s Christmas. I would have loved the snow though.
My parents were off somewhere in Rwanda studying mountain gorillas. I was proud of the important work they were doing, but I longed to see them.
I slunk down on the worn pea green sofa and water flooded my eyes. I stared at the twinkling lights on our miniature Christmas tree. At least Ellie had insisted on decorating it.
The colors blurred with my tears. I was pitiful, but I couldn’t help it. I let the lights bathe my mind in their soothing warmth.
A noise at the door startled me and I slowly sat up. A figure appeared in the doorway. I shook my head. It couldn’t be. Standing in her favorite pink Chanel suit was Grandma Liz. Impossible. She died three years ago.
I was devastated by the loss, we had a connection that Mom and I never had.
“Trish, come on let’s go out on the town.” She tapped her gold watch like we were already late for something.
My mouth hung open.
“It’s me, come on grab your jacket and let’s get some food,” she said.
I did as she asked, grabbed her outstretched hand and we were suddenly in the old Italian restaurant she always used to take me to.
We sat and talked for hours. It was lovely. She took my hand and said, “Trish, you have to move on, find someone who appreciates who you are.” Tears threatened the corners of my eyes. “You are never alone, I will always be with you...looking out for you.”
Then she was gone, and I was in my apartment gazing at the twinkle lights again. I got up to clear my head.
Outside, big fluffy snowflakes fell from the sky. Snow, here in South Carolina? I smiled. Grandma Liz had sent me snow. She really had come to visit. I felt the warmth of her spirit and I decided I would not spend this Christmas Eve alone.
I grabbed my jacket and headed for the local soup kitchen. I could at least help bring joy to others tonight.
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Hope you all have a wonderful holiday season!