They haven’t gone, the Christmas Angels.
They’re hiding from me.
Waiting. In the shadows.
Ready to step out into the twinkling lights.
Reflecting in the dirty puddles.
Shimmering and blurred.
Walking along the empty streets.
The closed shops, the dead cafés.
An open door.
Please sir, can you help me?
An inviting arm around my shoulder.
The warmth of the hallway.
Shut out the cold Eve.
His smiling face. My saviour.
A hot drink? Yes, please.
Christmas tree. Roaring fire. Twinkling lights.
Reflecting in the shiny blade.
I am your Christmas saviour, he says.
All gone. They are all gone.
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you all. It’s been quite a year. Thank you as always to everyone who has stopped by, left comments and ‘likes’, taken an interest in my blog writing and especially those who have continued to take an interest in my novels. It is appreciated more than you can know! Stay safe everyone, and let’s all hope for the best in 2021. Iain.