More flashing. I think my inner Scrooge is
acting up as I've found myself drawn to topics that are most definitely
un-romantic these last few weeks. But I'm not fighting it. If nothing else, I've learned that it's in my best interest not to hold on too tightly to any preconceived notions about what I'm bound to do on any given day. I'm hella unpredictable and learning to like it.
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She found the box in the closet and set it
down beside the tree. Removing the lid, she peered at the once-treasures piled
inside. She hung the ornaments he had given her first, placing them carefully
on the branches, evenly spaced. The popcorn garland they had strung together
while watching Christmas specials was next. And finally the angel, the one he
said his mother made for them. She stood back and nodded, then poured the
kerosene over the branches. She didn’t look back as she tossed the match and
walked out the front door of the now empty house.
Look out Christmas, this character is pouring on the vengeance! Great flaming flash, Georgia. Not the kind of Christmas lights the neighbors would expect. :-)
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DeleteI like that you're branching out. (Oh, I could NOT help that one.) ;-) Write what you are feeling at the time. Unpredictable can be good. And this is great flash.
ReplyDeleteGreat flash. Leaves alight with desire for more before and more after.
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