I think it's time for some holiday cheer. As you all know, I wrote and published two holiday novellas this year, which was a new experience for me in a lot of ways. First, I wrote about Christmas, something I rarely do. I'm much more a Thanksgiving and 4th of July kind of girl. Second, I wrote a Regency, which I loved doing and will write more of. Third, I self-published the aforementioned Regency, but the jury's still out on whether that was a good decision.
In order to get into the holiday spirit during the blazing heat of August, I decided to start the process by writing a short Christmas story about hope. I'm sharing it here today, in the hopes that 2017 is a year filled with wonder and joy. And hope. Happy New Year, everyone!
Christmas
Leftovers
Leah
Harrison loved the week after Christmas. It was the time for bargains, a
perfect shopping climate for someone on a budget. Even though she needed to
sleep, since her night had been taken up by her office cleaning job, she roamed
the aisles of the big-box store, combing the remaining Christmas merchandise
before it got too sparse, touching the red and green ornaments, ribbons,
artificial trees and wreaths, and inhaling the fragrance of the pine-scented
candles. She picked up a canister of
shortbread cookies, and some chocolate candy as she searched for a new ornament
or two for her tree.
The
only other person in this part of the store was a man who was in the same
aisle, looking extremely uncomfortable as he picked up and discarded one
ornament after the other. She followed his movements as he came closer to where
she stood, mentally assessing him. Tall, good-looking, well built, dark hair. He
uttered a mild expletive each time he tossed an ornament back into its bin before
moving on to the next.
When
he arrived at the portion of the aisle where she stood, he raised his gaze to
her. “Kind of pathetic, don’t you think? All this picked-over merchandise,
leftovers, things nobody wanted.”
She
smiled at his take on the goodies left behind and tucked her long brunette hair
behind an ear. “I prefer to think of this aisle as one of hope. People are
already planning for next Christmas when they pick up merchandise here.” To
prove her point, she deposited a box of Christmas cards into her basket.
“That’s
one way of looking at it, I guess. Are you always such a Pollyanna?” His smile
softened his words, and made Leah’s knees go soft as well.
“I’m
not a Pollyanna, just optimistic. Now, what are you searching for?” She gazed
into his green eyes, and momentarily forgot where she was.
“My
mother has a collection of turtles.” He stopped talking and grinned at her.
“Not real ones, she won’t even touch a live turtle. But any doo-dad she can put
her hands on that has a turtle shape, she’s all over it. Do you have any idea
how hard it is to find turtle ornaments every year?”
Leah
laughed at his predicament and placed a hand to her heart. Any man who would
scour the aisles of Christmas merchandise in search of a special ornament for
his mother spoke volumes. “I saw something that might work a few bins down.”
She took a step away from him, going back the way she came. “I’m Leah, by the
way.”
He
hurried to catch up and strode alongside her. “I’m Cam. Thanks for helping me
in my never-ending turtle quest.”
“Cam?
Is that short for Cameron?” Leah wanted to keep the conversation flowing.
“No,
it’s short for Campbell, my mother’s maiden name.” He grinned at her again. “I
guess I was destined to be a Mama’s boy from the moment I was born.”
Leah
stopped in the middle of the aisle and glanced at him. “Nothing wrong with
loving your mother. I think it’s sweet.” She tore her gaze from him and peered
into the bins of ornaments. “Ah, here’s the one I came across earlier.” She
pulled out an ornament shaped like a wind chime, each piece of the chime
fashioned into a baby turtle. Mama Turtle was in the center, surrounded by her
babies. She handed it to Cam, enjoying the heat from his hand as she passed the
ornament over.
Cam
held it up to the rays streaming in from the skylight, twirling the ornament to
take in all the baby turtles, each of which was poised differently. “This is
perfect. I bet I could even make it count for several years, since there are so
many turtles in one place.” He switched his gaze from the ornament to her.
“Thank you for helping me find the perfect gift. Now, I must repay you somehow.
Would you like to go next door and grab some coffee?”
Leah
glanced at his left hand, which held the decoration. There was no ring on his
finger. She sucked in a breath. Between her two jobs, she’d had little time for
dating, so it had been months since she’d done something as simple as sharing a
cup of coffee and conversation with a member of the opposite sex. “I’d love to.
Let’s go check out and then head over.”
Perhaps
the time had come to give herself a present. By agreeing to continue the small
bond that had developed in the leftover Christmas aisle, Leah did just that.
Her vision of hope for next Christmas grew even brighter as he took hold of her
basket of goods in one hand and her hand in the other.
Sweet story Becky! May 2017 bring you lots of ideas, new releases and sales!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Amanda. It certainly got the creative juices flowing.
DeleteLovely. Wishing you a magical 2017
ReplyDeleteAnd you, Susan. Stay well and busy.
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