For the second year in a row, blogger and writer Solveig Werner invited me to contribute to her popular Advent Calendar and I gladly accepted again.
Last year, my piece was a reflection on what Christmas meant to me (The Magic and Curse of Christmas).
This year, after so many heavy blog posts, I wrote the lighthearted shorty story A Child at Heart.
Here's an excerpt:
Anna’s necklace is simple, just the thin gold chain her grandparents gave her on her christening, and the long hankered for heart-shaped moldavite pendant her cousin Laura donated her on her birthday, almost a year ago.
Anna couldn’t believe her eyes when she opened the small cream box. Moldavite, one of the most powerful crystal on Earth, the one that brings about accelerated spiritual transformation and therefore changes in its owner’s life faster than any other crystal, was finally hers.
In her late forties, divorced, with two teenage children and a stable job, she longed for an improvement in her dire financial situation and for a partner with whom to share the rest of her lonely life. Slender, tall, fair-skinned, sporting a maze of curly strawberry hair, she was still pretty and made men turn their heads. The wrong men. Those who wanted one-night stands and were too scared of romance. At last, she was offered a chance to fast-forward her life.
She sat at the oak kitchen table, alone. Since her children were always out on Saturday night and she had nowhere to go, she had got into the habit of writing in her journal for hours after dinner, summing up her thoughts on the events of the week.
This Saturday night, though, Anna can’t bring herself to do it. Instead, she holds the thin moldavite in her hands.
“So, what have you brought me so far dearie?
A blazing row with my now former bestie, hence no more friends who are single with whom to go out. Well, at least I know how envious of me she was, so envious to criticise every aspect of my life. Every time I was down, she would kick me even lower. Maybe I should thank you for this fight dearie. And the strange thing is that I don’t miss her much.
No more men in my life. OK, those I had before were no good, but now it’s the desert!
No financial improvement. I thought my job interview with Delizie went well last week but no, no joy there either,” she sighs. “I blew another golden opportunity. Or did I? An extra hour to commute, long hours and less time for my children for sure. Maybe it’s better this way. Maybe it was your way to protect me from lower vibrations. ” Or maybe I’m just kidding myself and I did blow a golden opportunity to earn more money.
She squeezes the green crystal, then kisses it softly and wears the necklace again. Dreaming is for free, after all.
"Time for my journal," she whispers to herself.
"22nd December ‘18
Wait, what have I written? Anna shakes her head in disbelief. Well, why not? It’ll be fun to write a letter to Santa after 30 years.
Anna smirks, remembering the simple things she would ask as a child: a Cicciobello doll, a board game, a special dress … Life was easy then, with Mum and Granny taking care of everything. She sighs, grabs the fountain pen with red ink that she uses on special occasions and carries on writing. ..."
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I hope you'll have a wonderful Christmastime and a Fantastic 2019, full of strength and determination to reach your goals, wisdom to pick your battles and lots of love to make it all worth it.
Save the date: my next post will go live on 17th January 2019.
Here's the third and final part of my short story A New Beginning, published in the Folkestone 2014 Anthology.
If you've missed the previous parts, click part 1 and/or part 2 to read them.
A NEW BEGINNING