50 word Christmas

The 26 was Friday.

Nothing stirred, not a mouse.

Discarded paper piled around rum cake crumbs he’d eaten. New year celebration come early. Drunk, he wasn’t sure on what but it helped.

Alone, he swallowed truth; there was always next year. Too far away, an April fool.



2 responses to “50 word Christmas”

  1. Solo Christmases are all I have really ever known- but I feel the loss in this piece.

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    1. Well shoot neighbor, point your rocking chair towards the south and raise a toast the 25 and I’ll meet ya in spirit! Thanks V.

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