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Beyond Vodka and Horses

A holiday piece written for the first prompt over at Today’s Author, a writing blog that my dear husband is involved in getting off the ground. Prompt found here.

Beyond Vodka and Horses

There was a knock at the door and suddenly the Christmas lights went out, for Papa was quick with the snuffer. Anna hurried to close the armoire, shielding the illicit tannenbaum from casual view and Foster doused the candles that ringed the table wreath by capping the whole thing with Grandmother’s antique porcelain cake cover. At the same time, little Mellie hopped up on Papa’s chair to take the hay-filled clogs from the mantle and stow them in the fireplace coal bin before Mama brought out the gruel and barley water in lieu of the feast still roasting in the potbelly. Then, Papa opened the door to the soldiers.

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Some Holiday Stories

Taking this time of year to draw attention to two of my older stories, both written in previous years around the holidays.

The Hidden Properties of Fruitcake
(1) (2)
~ An Epiphany Story

The Yearlings
~ A New Years Story

I really love both of these pieces and hope you do, too.

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All Winter in a Day (A Leap Day Story)- edited and concluded.

The day turned over- 11:59 p.m. to 12:00 a.m. and Skip winked into existence again. He yawned and rubbed his eyes and scrinched up his nose, sniffling a bit. Then he looked around the small room was in, trying to acclimate. It was still a closet (there was a mop and a broom and a shelf full of canned goods- also a bare light bulb glowing above his head). Judy was right- it was good to know where he was going to begin his next day. It was much more convenient than suddenly appearing in traffic or on a construction site or, that one memorable time, inside the ladies’ room at the Crestmount Hotel. The closet door creaked open revealing a tall, almost gangly woman with dark skin and hair, and bright cheerful eyes.

“Oh hurrah- you are here!” Judy exclaimed, rushing Skip and giving him a crushing hug. That Judy was a lot stronger than she looked. “Come on, come on! I have a nice dinner waiting. You must be hungry after all this time.” Skip let himself be led out of the closet and into Judy’s small bungalow.

Over dinner, Judy talked excitedly about all the changes in the world over the last four years- wars and diseases and global warming and new technologies and medicines and new books and movies and music (Judy played the new Paul McCartney album for him). And, as much as there was to hear about, all Skip really wanted to know was, “Is there snow outside?” It had taken almost an hour of waiting for Judy’s excitement to run down before he could finally get a word in edgewise to ask the question.

“Oh- no, sweetie, I’m sorry. There isn’t,” Judy had said, her voice turning from animated to pitying. “Of course there’s always a chance- let’s turn on the weather forecast and find out!” she added, perking back up. There wasn’t much that could keep Judy down for long. It was a little annoying, but it was hard for Skip to make friends- no continuity, you know- and beggars can’t be choosers, so he just nodded in agreement a lot while gritting his teeth.

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All Winter in a Day (A Leap Day Story)

The day turned over- 11:59 p.m. to 12:00 a.m. and Skip winked into existence again. He yawned and rubbed his eyes and scrinched up his nose, sniffling a bit. Then he looked around the small room was in, trying to acclimate. It was still a closet (there was a mop and a broom and a shelf full of canned goods- also a bare light bulb glowing above his head). Judy was right- it was good to know where he was going to begin his next day. It was much more convenient than suddenly appearing in traffic or on a construction site or, that one memorable time, inside the ladies’ room at the Crestmount Hotel. The closet door creaked open revealing a tall, almost gangly woman with dark skin and hair, and bright cheerful eyes.

“Oh hurrah- you are here!” Judy exclaimed, rushing Skip and giving him a crushing hug. That Judy was a lot stronger than she looked. “Come on, come on! I have a nice dinner waiting. You must be hungry after all this time.” Skip let himself be led out of the closet and into Judy’s small bungalow.

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