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The Christmas Kiss

Short story By: blueskia
Flash fiction

Even the loneliest person at Christmas can find a little magic to make them happy.

Submitted:Dec 6, 2012    Reads: 46    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

Every year at Christmas it was the same people, running around the shops like headless chickens desperately trying to find that perfect gift for a loved one. It doesn't matter if they couldn't afford it, they would still go and buy it. For me I don't bother with all the pretty bows, colourful wrappings or decorations. There is no point seeing as I have no one to share it with, however last Christmas was what changed all of that.

It was Christmas day, I was walking my collie by river when a striking Alsatian came running up to me with its lead dragging on the ground. Blueskia being the playful pup that she is became very excited and started to jump around with the Alsatian barking. Even though this time of year was always the loneliest for me this still brought a smile to my lips.

A woman shouted out as she ran around the river bend at full speed covered head to toe in mud and leaves.

"Crystal! Crystal! Come back here!"

"She's over here, playing with Blueskia my dog."

She looked relieved as she uncomfortably jogged up to us, I couldn't help smiling at the muddy mess she was in. she looked down at herself then towards me, she let out a beautiful laugh that sounded like Christmas bells . Without any reason I started to laugh alongside her, I couldn't help it her laugh was so infectious any yet so familiar.

It was a few moment before we were able to control the random giggles that escaped, she cocked her head to one side with a questioning frown on her face. I touched my face thinking something was stuck to it.

"What? Is there something on my face?"

"No you look so familiar but I..."

Her face lit up as a wide smile spread across her face, how could I have not seen it before? I could recognise that smile and those incredible blue eyes even if she were 80 years old.

"Sara! It's you!"

She literally jumped into my arms; I pulled her in close and kissed her deeply. Sara was my first and my only love, turned out I was hers too.


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