Wanting to do some different writing for the holidays. As I had done last year when I came up with a Christmas story of my own. It was called, “Hoe, hoe, hoe, Mary Christymiss“. As one would notice, there is kind of an intended word joke. Hope you will all enjoy the read of this or last years story.
So today I give you a part of the story and will continue tomorrow. After that I got two more parts for next week.
A Christmas Life.
I have to say it took me a while to have enough courage to love again. But she made it easy for me. Easy in away that when you see her you cannot help but smile with her. The bright red lips were always curled up in smile showing of her dimples and lighting up the sparkles in her green eyes. We would meet every day at the end of a long work day in one of the bakeries. Though meet may be a strong word in this occasion. I just stood there watching her and waiting my turn. A chocolate cupcake with rainbow coloured sprinkles and a strawberry and cream puff cake underneath a layer of casting sugar. Knowing the owners by name she talked about her great day and she was looking forward to the sweet and delicious pastries.
There has been days I tried not to go in an be amazed b her presence, always ending up inside and walking out with a muffin or other sweet treat. Slowly gaining weight and depress me enough until the next day I saw her smile again.
I am not sure anyone would have ever found something or rather someone like that take all troubles away. Though I was gaining weight could not see her do the same. Her body was and always had been a nice full figure. I won’t deny I had me some dreams about her. But still there was no way I could have asked her for a coffee or something. Scared of being rejected, for being to old or to big.
Surely that was not the only reason I never went up to her and starting a conversation. What was Ito say.
“Hi, … I been seeing you a lot lately” No that is not right. “Hello, what coincidence seeing you here again” No, no I do no want to sound like a stalker. I was stumped as what to say and on top of that after those seven lonely years it isn’t easy. Somewhere inside me it felt as if I was betraying my long lost love. She past away after being in an accident. A hit and run and nobody saw anything on the busiest day before Christmas. Everybody rushing getting the last bits and pieces for the holidays and no one saw a thing that faithful day. Never got the change to have the family we were talking about.
Christmas has lost its shine and even the star at the top of the tree stopped being bright and seemed dimmed. That is what happened seven years ago and here she is making me forget all about it in that bakery. It isn’t until I get home I feel lonely again and am being reminded of the one I lost. Coming home has never felt the same again. I even moved to a smaller house but it feels cold and dim. Like some kind of dark blanket is pulled over your head.
Dropping the keys on the side table and closing the door, as I saunter through the hall and rooms I throw away my jacket over the sofa and continue into the kitchen. Throwing a frozen dinner in the microwave and wait for it sitting at a small kitchen table and box with hat sweet pastry. It lost its shine or maybe it was just the gloomy me and making everything around me die and loose its shine.
A lick on the finger tasting the sticky sweetness bringing back a small memory of a smile. Soon as the bell rings I grab me my plate and dinner, open a beer form the fridge and take my leave onto the sofa. Soon as I have had my dinner I fall asleep forgetting all about the desert in the kitchen.
I hope I can have a nice angle in this story as well. Let me know what you think.
And for the naughty among you there is a naughty somewhat Christmassy story in five parts, called ‘Sensual Decorations”.