Thursday, December 19, 2013

Friday Frared Fradvent Frost Storecipes

Hi, kids! I'm playing along with Mr. Loren Eaton and his Shared Storytelling: Advent Ghosts 2013 friends. Here's my exactly-100-word story.



The pale light shines 

Follow us to the Martins’ door, the warmth and lights, the smell of pine. Laughter. Crosby. Rose Martin carries the silver trays overburdened with clementines, with mincemeat pies, with profiteroles.

Midnight. Petrula Jarvis finishes her fifth glass of merlot. She’s having fun. She’s joking. “Rose, dear, why didn’t you invite the neighbors?”

Guests exchange looks. They do not believe the rumors, but they do; Mr. Harvey was always so mean to that poor girl.

Two doors down—a Christmas tradition—Widow Trimble on her porch, chest heaving, pale arm pointing at the bordering oak, ranting, “Dig there! See for yourself!”