Flash Fiction Friday

Merry in Manhattan - Part 4

Are you ready to read the end of Lane and Chris’ holiday story?

It’s been so much fun to write this, and I’m really glad I jumped back into short fiction. I love my novels and they are my passion. But, working on something shorter is a nice break and it gives a great sense of accomplishment. (Especially since a novel can take several months or even years to complete!) I can’t promise that I’m going to post flash fiction on a regular basis, but I do want to do more. I wonder if this is the right platform for it though. I love having it on my blog because then I have a “main hub” for everything and people don’t have to click around to different websites. Yet, I also know that people don’t usually go to blogs to read fiction online. So, maybe Wattpad or something is a better option? I’m not sure yet.

Anyway.

Enjoy!

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“Terrance is there?” Mom asked Christmas morning during our video chat.

I looked over my shoulder to the bedroom door, as though Terrance was going to pop his head in at any moment. He’d (thankfully) slept on the couch all night. I’d been tempted to throw him out, but it was late and cold outside. I wasn’t that heartless. “Yeah, he just showed up last night. Did he tell you anything?”

She shook her head. “Never said a word to me. Although you have been flaunting that new guy of yours online the last few weeks. Maybe it finally made him get his head out of his ass.”

“Mom!”

She looked at me innocently. “All of those pictures you don’t consider flaunting?”

“I wasn’t… he’s just a…” Friend? Co-worker? Guy I kissed last night? Great. This was far more complicated now than it was supposed it to be. “We weren’t flaunting.”

Well… maybe we were a little.

“I need him to leave though!”

Mom only shrugged. “It’s your apartment, do what you want. I need to go to my Christmas massage. Have a great day sweetie and I’ll talk to you later.”

“Merry Christmas, Mom,” I said far too glumly than was appropriate for the day.

“Merry Christmas.”

The moment we ended the chat I heard Terrance talking to someone out in the living room. Was he calling home to wish them a merry Christmas? Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no oh no. I hurried out of my room to find Terrance waving and closing the door and Chris walking away.

I shoved past him and ran out to the hallway. Chris was already stepping onto the elevator.

“Babe! What are you doing?” Terrance called after me.

But it was too late. The elevator door shut before I could get to it. He didn’t even look over his shoulder at the sound of me calling after him. I bounded down the steps in the faint hope I’d beat him downstairs. There was no such luck. When I got down to the bottom floor Chris was already driving off in a cab.

***

Lucy’s jaw dropped as I told the story. It was that weird time between Christmas and New Year where no one truly knew what day it was. When Lucy saw that I didn’t join Chris at the Kwanzaa party, she’s called me right away since Chris didn’t give her any explanation as to why I wasn’t there. If he wasn’t going to talk about it, apparently she’d be sure I was.

I should have been more concerned about her apparent lack of respect for his privacy but… in all honesty, it felt good to be sharing the whole thing with someone. I confessed how it all was a ruse and we’d had a deal where I would save him from Alexis and in return I’d get his office. I even told her about ice skating after her party and how it seemed like things were changing between us.

“So… what happened with Terrance?” Lucy asked before returning to her tea.

“Apparently he told Chris we’d gotten back together. I threw him out of the apartment the second he told me. He claims that he thought we could ‘work it out.’” I played with my new key chain and twisted it around my fingers.

Lucy scoffed. “Ugh. Men. And what about Chris?”

“I’ve tried talking to him. Calls, texts, even emails. He won’t reply to anything.”

Lucy leaned back in the chair and considered me for a moment. “Chris… he seems like nothing bothers him, but it’s not true. He had a pretty bad break up a few years ago, and everything with his family… it takes awhile for him to trust someone. He totally should hear you out and not believe that Terrance guy and I’m absolutely going to give him a piece of my mind. But, I’m not totally surprised.”

I stuck the key chain back in my pocket and looked out the window of the cafe where we were sitting. Everything was still decked out in it’s holiday splendor, but now that Christmas was over there was a sort of gray tint to everything. “So what do I do?”

“Do you like him?”

As much as I hated to admit it, I really did, and told her so.

“Then show up New Years Eve. I’ll send you the details. Amanda and I will take care of the rest.”

***

The party was at Chris’ penthouse - because of course it was. Even though we’d spent nearly every day together the last few weeks, this was the first I’d been to his place. It was… huge. It was like a house and it made my head hurt to think of how much rent must be.

Amanda met me at the door and took my coat and showed me around, introducing me to everyone I didn’t know yet. For a brief moment I saw Chris in the kitchen chatting with Levi. Our eyes met and for a second I thought he was excited to see me. A smile played on his lips, but then he lowered his head and with a pat on Levi’s shoulder, exited the room.

I threw my hands in the air. “He shouldn’t even be mad at me! I should be mad at him for ignoring me!”

And I was mad. Clearly he didn’t like me as much as I thought he did or else he would have given me a chance to explain. This whole thing was ridiculous.

Amanda handed me a drink. “He’s not mad at you. He’s just… being Chris.”

I took the drink and took a sip. “That’s what Lucy said too. Trust issues.”

“I mean, he’s being an idiot, and his avoiding you has gone on way too long,” Amanda agreed. “Just… it’ll work out. You’ll see.”

“If you say so-”

“AHHHHH I’M HERE!”

My blood curdled at the sound.

Alexis. She burst into the penthouse with arms raised and heels clacking along the floor. Even I cringed when she walked into a room now and my first instinct was to check on Chris. But no, he had to fend for himself this time. With a roll of my eyes I walked as far away from her as possible because if I knew one thing, I knew she’d go right for Chris. If I was away from her, I was away from him.

The party went on, and Lucy and Amanda made sure I enjoyed myself. We drank and danced and I even flirted with a guy or two. It would be fine. I could make friends and do this on my own. Without Chris.

Alexis shrieked from the patio and everyone turned to look. She burst back into the room and scampered toward me. She grasped my arm and pulled me toward the patio. “Oh my god Lane, you have to help me! My necklace fell off!”

“Alexis, were you even wearing a necklace?”

“Not anymore!” She dragged me outside and I rubbed my arms. Damn, it was freezing out there. “Look down there!” Alexis demanded.

Twinkle lights were strung along the railing and more hung on the bricks walls to illuminate the space. But even then, I had no idea how we were going to see a piece of jewelry. I grabbed my phone and turned on the flashlight and I crouched on the ground to search “Alexis, are you sure you dropped it?”

“What’s going on?” Chris appeared at the porch doorway and stepped out.

Alexis grasped his shoulders and spun him around. “I lost my necklace! I’m so glad you came out here to help! You and Lane look out here, I’ll go back inside.”

“Wait - but-”

She rushed inside and shut the door. He grasped the handle and pulled but it wouldn’t budge. She’d locked it. From inside Lucy and Amanda merely smiled and waved and silently toasted me with their champagne glasses. Of course. There was no necklace.

“She didn’t loose anything did she?” Chris asked.

“I don’t think so.” I sat on my heels and looked up at him. Well… yet another time when I really shouldn’t have been wearing a skirt. Chris chuckled at the sight and extended a hand which I gratefully accepted to stand back again. “I think this is their way of making us talk.”

Chris smiled and didn’t let go of my hand once I was on my feet again. “Yeah… I guess so. I wasn’t sure if you were going to come.”

“Lucy told me to.”

“Right.” He looked down at our linked hands. “Look … I’m sorry I didn’t call you back.”

“Or text… or email…”

He chuckled humorlessly. “Yeah… at first it was because I was mad. But then I was embarrassed. Then I figured it was for the best.”

“Why for the best?”

He sighed and looked anywhere but at my face. “Because if you are back with him, then why should I bother? And if you aren’t, you shouldn’t be with someone who wouldn’t even hear you out."

I shifted so I met his eyes and he had no choice but to look at me. “Chris. Terrance came thinking it was going to be some great grand gesture. He was jealous of you. Our plan worked a little too well I guess. He must have seen how much I liked you.”

He raised his brows. “You do?”

I groaned. “Don’t make me say it again. Your head is going to grow too big.”

He genuinely smiled for the first time all night. “You know, I’d been trying to find a way to ask you out for months.”

I pulled my head back a bit. “You what?”

He shrugged. “The whole scheme was Levi’s idea.” He gestured toward the window where Levi waved.

“Did Lucy and Amanda know?”

He shook his head.

“And Alexis?”

“Who even knows about her.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. All this time, and I had no idea.

Men.

Chris stroked my hair and wrapped his arms around me. Which was nice not just because it was him, but also I was freeing. “I’m sorry.”

“You already said that.”

“Oh.”

Not able to resist anymore I rose to my tiptoes and kissed him.

“Lane, it’s not even midnight yet-”

“Oh shush and kiss me already.”

Holidays in the city. Definitely better than my small town.


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Merry in Manhattan - Part 3

Welcome back! It’s part 3 of my December Flash Fiction Friday series. It’s a tad longer than the others but… I think for good reason. I hope you’ve been enjoying reading it as I have been writing it. In case you’re behind, you can read Part 1 Here and Part 2 Here. Then tune in next week for the final part!

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“I’m so glad you came, Lane!” One of Chris’ friends, Lucy, grabbed my coat out of her back bedroom and handed it to me. It was Christmas Eve and she’d hosted a get together for their friend group. It was a surprisingly fun and relaxed gathering. It as the first time I’d seen Chris not in a suit, but a sweater and blue jeans.

Expensive designer blue jeans and sweater that would never be in my budget- but still.

“I’m glad too,” I said as I pulled my coat on. It was starting to snow and Chris said we had one more place to go and I needed to stay warm. “This was really fun.”

And it was. Chris and I had been having a great time over the last few weeks. Cocktail parties, dinner, going to the theater, and even a charity sponsored “Yule Ball” where everyone dressed like they were in Harry Potter. But this was the best party by far with his group of friends. It was the first time I actually felt a bit at home in New York. They’d played games, drank (a lot), had a big dinner, and exchanged gifts. Chris even got me a small silver star shaped keychain engraved with the year. A reminder of my first Christmas in New York, he’d said.

Lucy grasped my shoulder as we made our way to the foyer where Chris was finishing a conversation with Lucy’s partner, Amanda. “Please tell me you’re coming to Levi’s Kwanza dinner on Friday. You’re seriously the best date Chris has brought to our parties in a long time."

“I wouldn’t miss it,” I promised, and not just because I was already planning the layout of my new office. While each event we’d gone to there had been a couple of familiar faces with each crowd. Chris had a lot of friends, but there was a circle of about five which were in regular rotation in his solar system. They’d welcomed me with open arms and it was fun to get to know them. Who knew that the high class businessman had such a great found family? I was going to miss them once New Years was past.

“And he must really like you if that gift is any indicator,” Lucy went on.

I clasped the keychain in my pocket. “What do you mean?”

“Girl, did you see where it was from?”

I pulled it out and examined the back.

Tiffany & Co.

It took everything in me to not let my jaw drop. “Oh… wow.”

Lucy shrugged. “Not bad for only dating a couple of weeks if you ask me, and he never gives the girls he brings over gifts.”

Chris’ smile widened when I appeared at the door and he held out his hand for me to clasp. Pretending to be his girlfriend was becoming scarily easy to do. After saying out goodbyes we headed out into the cold and then into the car he’d called for.

“So, where to next?” I asked.

Chris wagged his eyebrows. “You’ll see.”

We stopped all the way down in the Battery and he led me to an ice rink.

“What, did one of your fancy friends rent it out for a big Christmas Eve party for the night?” I asked.

Chris shrugged. “Nope. I just thought it would be fun. I know you mentioned wanting to go ice skating once, and this place is bigger than the rink at the Rockefeller and you get a view of the skyline and the Statue of Liberty.”

I turned and looked around me and he was right. The view was fantastic. “So… no friends or people we need to avoid?”

“Other than the usual muggers? No. We don’t need to avoid anyone.” Which earned him a laugh from me. I hadn’t had that particular New York experience yet and hoped I could avoid it all together. However, I’d heard it was bound to happen at some point if you lived there long enough.

Come to think of it, when I thought about avoiding people, Alexis hadn’t been at the other party that night either. We hadn’t needed to avoid her at all that day. Which was… odd.

Chris paid for our admission and skate rental and we spent the remainder of the evening skating among the others who’d gathered at the rink and enjoyed the peaceful snowfall. It had been awhile since I’d been on skates so it took me a bit to get used to it again, and Chris held my arm while I caught my balance. Then… he never let go of my hands, even when it wasn’t needed. We talked and laughed like old friends.

Months ago, I never would have guessed I’d have such a great holiday season in New York without my family and with Chris no less. I loved how inclusive it all was and how all of his friends were so different from one another but yet… not so different after all. Each event we attended was the perfect blend of a modern edge along with Christmas cheesiness. I missed my family of course, but there was a different sort of magic and comfort to seeing how other people celebrated and spending it on my own. I wasn’t ever alone, Chris and his friends were there. But, it was still just me walking in each time feeling like the new kid in school until one day… magically… I wasn’t. For the first time, I could really see myself living there and building a life. I wasn’t sure what it would look like once Chris’ and my agreement was over, but I could start to imagine.

Now New Years Eve was only a week away. I always mourned the ending of the holidays, but there was something else about this one ending that particularly made me sad.

“So, what are your plans for tomorrow?” I asked as we returned our skates at closing. “Some big fancy celebration with your posh family I’m assuming?”

Chris shrugged and put his arm around my shoulders. “Not so much. I’ll probably sleep in, maybe go see a movie.”

I stopped in my tracks. “Wait… you don’t have anything going on tomorrow? What about your family?”

“You met my family. Levi, Lucy, Amanda…” He opened his phone and got to work on arranging a ride for us to go home.

“And your parents? Siblings? Grandparents?”

Chris shook his head as he wrapped up getting our transportation. “Haven’t seen my dad since I was a kid, my mom is off with… who knows who this year… no siblings, grandparents died after college, haven’t talked to anyone else in years.”

“Chris…”

He waved away my pity. “Trust me, it’s for the best. I’ve been spending the holidays with my friends ever since I moved here and I don’t want it any other way. They’re the best ones I’ve ever had. If you ever met my family, you’d understand.”

The car arrived and we climbed in. I relished the warmth of the vehicle but I couldn’t tell if I was numb from the cold or Chris’ declaration about his family life. Yet, he did genuinely seem happy. Especially tonight at the party and even ice skating. I fingered the keychain in my pocket and I realized he and I were still holding hands.

“Thank you for the gift,” I eventually said. “You really didn’t have to do that.”

“I didn’t want you to feel left out while we exchanged,” he answered as though it was nothing at all.

“I didn’t get you anything.”

He shook his head and ran his thumb against my hand. “Don’t worry about it.”

We chatted the rest of the ride until we got to my apartment. The car waited while Chris walked me to my door. It was something he always did at the end of each night. “You know, you did get me something,” he said.

I stopped searching for my keys and looked up at him. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you helped me avoid Alexis.”

“Not a gift - a deal.”

Chris chuckled. “Right. But… this month has been fun. Every Christmas in New York is the best but, this year was different. I don’t think I’ve ever had more fun going to all of those things as I have with you. So, thanks. This might be one of the best Christmases ever.”

I was stunned for a moment. I hadn’t been imagining things that we were having a great time. He’d liked it too. Who knew? “It’s been one of my best too,” I admitted. Wow, he was standing really close.

Chris smiled. “Good.”

“Good.”

I was surprised when his lips met mine, but it wasn’t unwelcome. I wasn’t sure who went in for the kiss first, him or me. Not that I cared. We may have been cold and tired, but I hadn’t been kissed like that in… well, ever. We’d exchanged kisses on the cheek or temple through the month for a good show, but never this. Not even when I kissed Terrance did I feel so warm and light.

“Well, that was a pretty great gift,” Chris said when we broke apart.

I laughed. “Yeah, it was.”

We stood there in front of my building for a few comfortable and quiet moments. “Do you want to do something tomorrow morning?” I asked.

“Lane, you don’t have to do that. I told you, I’m fine-”

“I’m just saying that I don’t have plans either. You can sleep in as long as you want but maybe we can have a Christmas brunch and see a movie or something like you said” I said. I ran my fingers through his, not wanting to let go. “It would be nice to do something… just us. You did the skating, I’ll do this.”

Chris looked down at our hands then at my face. “Sure, that sounds great.”

“Great.”

“I’ll give you a call in the morning then.”

“Okay.”

He kissed me one more time before I searched for my keys again and let myself in. I watched from the window as the car drove away and leaned against the glass.

Oh. My. God.

Did that actually just happen? Was I actually glad it happened?

Yes, I was.

Marveling at the turn of events I unwrapped my scarf and unbuttoned my coat and threw them in the closet. I’d barely changed into pajamas and gotten some sleepy time tea started when there was a buzz at the door. I wrapped a robe around myself and opened it. I gasped and took a step back.

“Terrance?”

He removed his knit hat, one I’d gotten for him the year before, getting snow all over the floor and his brown hair was ruffled. A small carry on size suitcase was at his feet. “Hey Lane. Merry Christmas.”


Next week is the conclusion! I hope you all have a Merry Christmas!

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Meet the Family Part 1

Meet the Family Part 2

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Merry in Manhattan - Part 2

Welcome back to part 2 of Merry in Manhattan to see some of the adventures Lane and Chris go on. (Even if it’s a little late… Sorry!) It’s been really fun to write so far! If you missed part one, click here.

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The room was pitch black save for the shining menorah at the head table and the dozens of glow in the dark sticks, bracelets, and necklaces which the guests wore and lined the tables all in blue and white.

“This is incredible,” I said.

“You’re not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy,” he answered and passed me a bright blue cocktail rimmed with sugar.

“Definitely not.” I took a sip of the sweet drink while also eyeing the dessert table filled with sufganiyot, chocolate coins, and marzipan. It made my mouth water. “So, who are the traditional guests I need to convince that I’m your girlfriend? I need to be sure that I’m putting on a good show.”

“Well-”

“CHRIS! You made it!”

I almost covered my ears from the shriek that caused everyone in the vicinity to cringe and stop their conversations for a moment. A petite woman with curly brown hair which made her almost a foot taller bounced through the crowd and waved frantically at Chris and I. He promptly wrapped an arm around my waist with his free hand and pulled me close to his side. Her smile only faltered for a moment before returning to it’s startling sparkle which could be seen even in the dark room.

Looked liked my acting career needed to start immediately.

“Alexis, hi. I didn’t know you were going to be here.”

Alexis tossed her hair and playfully swatted at Chris’ shoulder. “Oh you did too! And who’s this?” Her smile remained bright but a thin sheen of ice clouded her eyes when she looked at me.

Huh. Well. This was interesting. People who were “traditional” needing him to have a date my ass. I could watch him squirm a bit and let this woman chase after him all night but… no new office and nothing to do the rest of the month. He’d probably find one of his other girls to tag along.

“I’m Lane,” I said and stuck my hand out for her to shake it. She took it hesitantly then I pulled mine away abruptly let it land on Chris’ arm. I clung to him like fly paper. “It’s so nice to meet you! I can’t believe Chrissy-boo hasn’t mentioned me!” I ruffled his hair for good measure and he tensed under my grip. If this was what he wanted me to do, he was going to get the whole nine yards.

“Lane… I thought we agreed you wouldn’t call me that in public,” Chris said through a grin.

I lay my head on his broad shoulder and looked at him through my lashes. “I just can’t help myself!”

Alexis waved her hand between Chris and I. “So… you’re together?”

“We don’t like to put labels on things…” Chris started to say.

“A few weeks now! And it’s been perfect,” I cooed over him.

Alexis’ smile faltered again but to her credit, she was really trying hard to not let us see. “Wow. That’s… that’s so great! Anyway, it was so good to see you. I’m gonna get a drink. Do you need a drink? I need a drink. Catch up later? Bye!”

She scampered off in the direction of the bar and I gave her a tiny wave. Once she was out of sight I pushed Chris aside. “You liar!”

Chris’ eyes went wide as he tried to keep his drink from spilling. “What?”

I put my hand on my hip. “You said you needed me because the people hosting these parties were ‘traditional.’ You just need someone to be here so that you don’t get any unwanted attention.”

Chris groaned and wrapped his free arm around my shoulders and we walked through the party. He waved and smiled to people he knew as he spoke. “She’s my best friends cousin and we run in the same circles. Especially this time of year and get invited to the same parties. I couldn’t stand another year of her chasing after me.” We pushed past a small crowd and placed our drinks on a tall table wrapped in glow sticks. Chris rested his arm on the table and leaned forward. “It’s not like you are mad about not going home because of their grand Christmas celebrations though.”

My jaw dropped. “Yes I am!”

Chris raised his brows. “And your ex has nothing to do with it?”

I stammered and took a sip of my drink. “I … what? No… how do you know about him?”

“You talk about your hometown a lot. It doesn’t take a genius to put together that Terrance wasn’t a mere acquaintance.”

I took a larger sip of the drink and set it back on the table with a clunk. I really needed to watch what I was saying around the office. “We were engaged. High school sweethearts. The whole nine yards. He does real estate there and is basically a hometown hero.”

“For selling houses?”

“For winning football state championship in high school. Apparently that qualifies him to tell people where to live now.” I traced the rim of my glass with the tip of my finger then licked the sugar off. “We’d been growing apart for awhile, especially when I was in grad school. He never wanted to come to New York and I think that was why I stayed home for so long. Anyway, we broke up and I knew it was a good time to leave. He wasn’t happy that I’d left though and said I’d fail but he’d be waiting there for me when I realized it.”

Chris grimmaced. “Ouch.”

“Yeah. He wasn’t that great of a guy it turns out. So, I was kind of looking forward to shoving my New York success in his face over Christmas.”

Chris raised his glass. “Now that’s true holiday spirit!” He dug around in his pockets until a phone appeared. He came to my side and held it in front of us. “Say cheese!” Before I could smile the photo was taken.

“What is that for?” I pulled away from him and finished my drink.

“You want revenge on your ex? Crawling back home and talking up New York won’t do it. Your family leaving on a cruise is the best thing that could have happened to you because now you can be here and showing off your life without even thinking about Terrance.”

I leaned against the table and considered this. “That doesn’t seem a bit high schoolish?”

Chris scoffed. “You really think any of us have matured past the age of 18? Besides, you know I’m right.”

I looked at the phone and cringed at the awful photo. “Fine. But we take another picture.”

We pulled in close once again and he wrapped his arm around me and just as he took the photo he kissed my cheek. Which… wasn’t awful to be honest. He had really soft lips. He posted it to his social media and a moment later I had a notification that I’d been tagged. It was a weirdly convincing image. I smiled as I looked at it.

“Why are you being so nice?” I asked.

Chris shrugged. “Christmas… well… Hanukkah spirit you can say.”

“Well, thank you.”

“Hey, you’re the one doing me a favor by keeping Alexis away.”

“And you’re giving me your office.” I put my phone away and stood up straight, ready to face the rest of the party. “So, what event do we have next?”

Chris only smiled.


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Merry in Manhattan - Part 1

I saw this on Twitter a few days ago and I might have gotten inspired…

Which is great because Flash Fiction Friday has been MIA for a majority of 2018. The story I came up with with a 3-parter (maybe 4, we’ll see how it goes), the word count for each definitely go over the 1,000 word mark, but are still nice and short for you, and not quite the same as described in the tweet. However, I definitely think that city-based Christmas stories are highly underrated. Who says that small towns are the only ones who have the “real” spirit of Christmas?



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“What do you mean you’re going on a cruise?” My stainless steel travel mug clattered to the ground and I stooped to retrieve it while processing Mom’s announcement.

“You know how I’ve always wanted to go on one, and the weather here is so miserable this time of year. Besides, Carla found such a great deal!” Mom’s voice was bubbly and cheerful while I crawled around my desk in search of where my mug had rolled underneath it. “Besides, just the other day you were telling me how pretty New York is at Christmas. It’s your first one in the big city and you should enjoy it!”

There it was. Of course it had rolled directly in the middle of the executive size desk where it was most difficult to reach. I put mom on speaker phone and lay on my stomach to nab the bandit coffee mug. “I know but…”

“Aw, Lane, Honey, if I knew you’d take it so hard I would have told Carol I wouldn’t go. Maybe she can get a refund…”

The disappointment in her voice was almost too much to handle. “No, Mom. It’s fine. You’ve always wanted to go on a cruise and you hate the winter so this will be perfect for you. I’ll mail you your gift before you leave and just be sure to send me a picture of you opening it Christmas morning.”

Her tone changed immediately. “Of course! And I’ll do the same. Okay sweetie, I’ll talk to you later. Lots to do! Bye!”

She disconnected the conversation and I slumped against the floor. The damn coffee mug was still out of reach. This was not a day to go without caffeine.

“Having trouble?” a male voice asked.

Damn. I should not have worn a skirt.

“I’m fine.” I bumped my head on the desk and rubbed it gingerly as I attempted to sit as elegantly as possible. While on the floor. While searching for my morning coffee.

My co-worker Chris raised a mocking eyebrow and leaned against the door frame, hands in his Armani dress pant pockets. His blonde hair was perfectly combed with a sweep that didn’t even need any gel to make it stay there.

The bastard.

“You enjoy lying on the floor?” he asked.

“When my coffee has rolled under my desk, yes, I do.” I climbed to my feet and tried have some sense of dignity.

“Want some help?”

“No.” Then I pictured my coffee mug rotting underneath my desk for the next several hours and the coffee going cold because there was no way I was getting back down there to get it. “Yes.”

Chris pushed off the door frame and got to his knees. At least the man had a great ass. Yes, I was checking it out. No, I did not feel guilty because he totally did the same to me when I was on the floor as well.

“You know I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation,” he said.

I was already typing away on my phone with a message to my boss to let her know I was available to work over the holidays. “Hm?”

Chris emerged from under the desk and lifted the mug triumphantly. “Your phone was on speaker. Looks like you’re spending Christmas here.”

The phone binged with an incoming message. THANKS LANE! FEEL FREE TO TAKE THE HOLIDAYS OFF THOUGH. YOU’VE EARNED IT!

I groaned. What happened to the big time city bosses who were absolute Scrooge’s and made everyone work on the holidays? Now I wouldn’t even have that to distract me from how I’d be spending Christmas alone this year. I swiped the mug out of Chris’ hand and slumped in my desk chair. “Yeah… I’ll be here.”

I went back to my phone. NO PROBLEM. LET ME KNOW IF YOU NEED ME!

He perched on the edge of the desk. “Don’t sound so excited about it.”

“Sorry, I was looking forward to going home.”

“You hate going home.”

“No I don’t.”

Chris picked up the tiny snow globe I used as a paperweight and shook it. “Yes you do. Leading up to Thanksgiving all you did was complain, then when you got back you kept on complaining.”

I opened my email for the day and started to click through it. “That is not true.”

Chris tossed the snow globe and caught it again. “Yes it is. It’s boring.”

Accurate.

“They have awful politics.”

Accurate.

“They’re closed minded.”

Accurate.

“And you felt suffocated there.”

Also accurate.

I looked away from the computer. “Do I really talk about my hometown that much?”

He placed the snow globe back on the desk. “You really do.”

I took a sip of coffee to hide my embarrassment. My family had lived in a small town for generations, and I never felt like I fit in there. After finishing up grad school, I took a job at a startup advertising business to save up money and make a name for myself, then stayed far longer than anticipated. Finally, I’d had enough of it all and a few months ago applied for a position in New York and was hired.

The truth of it was, moving was harder than I anticipated. New York was wonderful and all I imagined - or was sure it was if I ever had the chance to see it. Work took up most of my time and the little space in my schedule I had free, was spent in my tiny apartment with take out and Netflix. Not having any friends in the city killed one’s social life. The prospect of spending a week back home with all of the lights, carols, and snow and being with my family for a bit was something I was looking forward to.

Although, the delivery guys and I were becoming quite familiar.

I tapped on the keyboard without actually typing anything. “It’s just that Christmas is the one thing my town does right.”

“I spend Christmas in New York every year and they absolutely do it right. Way better than this little town you always moan about.”

I raised my brows. “Obviously, you’ve never watched Hallmark movies.”

Chris crossed his arms. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

I pushed the laptop aside and leaned forward. “What I mean is that Christmas is kind of a small town thing. It’s what all the movies are about. Big city girl goes back to a little village and experiences the true meaning of the holidays.”

Chris threw his head back and laughed. “That’s the biggest piece of bullshit I’ve ever heard in my life.”

My jaw dropped. “It is not bullshit!”

“New York does the holidays better than anywhere else. You just have been trapped in this office too much to bother seeing it.” He gestured toward the window which, if you turned your head enough and stood in the corner you might have been able to have a glimpse of the skyline beyond the brick wall. “Look, I might have a solution.”

I sipped my coffee. “Oh really?”

“Yes, really. The thing is, I have a favor to ask of you.”

I leaned back in my chair and it was my turn to laugh. “You have a favor to ask of me? Is that why you’re being so nice today?”

“I’m always nice.”

He wasn’t.

Chris removed himself from my desk and went to the window. “The thing is, I have a few events I need to attend over the holidays and those who are hosting them are… traditional… let’s say.”

I turned my chair so I could face him. “Traditional?”

“Yes. They require my having a plus one.”

I laughed again. “You want me to be your date?”

He stuffed his hands back into his pockets. “Plus one. If those in attendance assume you are my date, I may or may not correct them.”

“And you couldn’t find any of your other bimbos to accompany you?” He was always bragging about all of the dates he’d been on each weekend, making me want to stuff my ears with cotton.

He raised a finger as to make a point. “First of all, there is no room for girl on girl hate. That’s very closed minded of you to call them bimbos.”

“I didn’t know you were so woke,” I said over my mug and crossed one leg over the other.

He raised another finger. “Second of all, you don’t do anything or meet anyone, so you aren’t in a position to be turning down invitations unless you want to become a hermit.”

“I can meet people if I -”

He raised a third finger. “And third of all, I’ll make it worth your while.”

I strummed my fingers against the coffee mug. “You’ll make it worth my while?”

Chris leaned against the window. “If you come with me to these events, you not only will learn the true spirit of Christmas in a way only New York can teach it, but I’ll also give you my office. You’ve been lusting after it ever since you came on board.”

I almost dropped my mug again. His office was one of the best in the building. Placed in a corner, windows that overlooked the whole city, and a mini bar. It was like walking into Mad Men.

“What?” I stood and joined him at the window. “Your office is huge! Why… what? Why would you do that?”

He shrugged. “Think of it as a Christmas gift.”

“And all I have to do is go to your events?”

“That’s all you have to do. Well… it wouldn’t hurt if assumptions were made about our relationship so, you might have to act a bit.”

“So I need to pretend to be your girlfriend.” It made the offer significantly less appealing.

He rocked his head back and forth. “It would be helpful.”

“And no one else can help you?”

Chris shrugged again. “Everyone else in the office is married or not interested in men.”

Another fact which was completely accurate. I sipped on my coffee and looked Chris up and down. He may have been a self centered lawyer, but he was charming enough, and attractive. More than attractive - he was downright hot. Even I couldn’t deny that. Yet, would this be something he’d lord over me for the rest of time? I didn’t want to get pulled into his shenanigans. Yet, the prospect of spending every night in December alone in my apartment while my parents and their friends were away on a cruise enjoying themselves was not something I looked forward to.

“We’ll need to have a break up plan,” I said.

“A break up plan?”

I nodded. “Once the holidays are over I have zero intentions of being your plus one to other events. When’s the last one?”

“New Years Eve.”

Of course it was.

“Fine. Once New Years is here the plan is over and you’ll have to tell all of these… acquaintances… that we’ve broken up.”

“Sure, why not? I wouldn’t want to go out with you any more anyway. This is strictly professional.”

“Thank God.”

He walked back to the door of my office and out to the hallway. “I’ll send you the details for tonight.” He called over his shoulder. “And be sure you wear something decent so you can at least pretend to be a local.”

Before I could give a reply he was already gone and down the hallway. Well… that took care of my being bored over Christmas at least. I went back to my desk and worked on catching up on everything so I’d have the weekend free. A few minutes later an email from Chris popped onto the screen.

I pinched my brows together as I read. “What the hell am I supposed to wear to a glow in the dark Hanukkah cocktail party?”

 

To be continued next week!


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Death's Child

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It was so cold.

The young man clutched his frozen fingers into the icy ground and tried to pull himself up. With a groan, he collapsed into the snow again. His leaf and leather made clothing was soaked through and he couldn't find his fur-lined jacket anywhere. 

They always said Kutlaus was a benevolent father to his children, but the moment he fell into the ice filled stream, the young man knew the god who ruled the forest had turned his back on him. Or perhaps he had turned his back upon the god long ago. Who knew anymore?

But he wasn't going to let Kutlaus ignore him. He'd find his own way, frozen stream or no. He clawed his way up to the surface, breaking the ice as he went. He got himself up onto the shore. There was no need for Kutlaus to protect him. He could save himself if needed.

If only he could find dry clothing. 

Or a fire.

Anything to rid himself of the never ending cold.  How long had he been lying there now? A few minutes? An hour. He couldn't tell anymore. 

Perhaps it was Luana, the night and winter goddess, he should be cursing instead. Or all of them for that matter.

"Cursing all of us, are you, Rafe?" a light honeyesque, female voice said. 

A chill ran up Rafe's spine at the words, one entirely different from the water freezing into icicles in his hair. 

He gathered the strength to look up and saw before him, a black lace robe floating about her person, covering every bit of her, including her face, save for her pale as death bare feet. Everything around them stilled, as though the forest itself was holding it's breath.  She took silent steps toward him and knelt at his side, pushing aside the hood of her robe to reveal a ghost white face with haunting, unblinking, black eyes with black streaks running down her face like permanent streams of tears.

"Stula," he breathed.

Her black lips smirked. "You evaded me in the stream. I was to escort you from there."

"Save... myself..." he muttered, teeth chattering. 

Stula tilted her head to the side, considering him. "So young, yet so strong to escape your fate in the water," she mused. "Well, young Rafe, what would you like to do?"

Rafe stared at her. "What would I like to do?"

"Your heart is growing weaker as we speak. Your body cannot gather heat, and you have minutes, if that, left of your short little life. Once it is through, I can escort you to the next life, the one others have only wondered about but never seen. Or, you are strong. I can use someone strong to do my bidding. Find others like you who try to avoid my arrival," she explained calmly.

"Serve the goddess of death?" Rafe asked.

"And change and maturity," she said. "But yes, death."

"What do I get?"

"Immortality in this world, a new life, strength, magic, freedom when I do not need you."

Rafe shivered, then nodded his head once. 

That was all Stula needed. She placed a hand upon his chest a new blast of cold seared through him. He cried out as her magic pierced his body. Upon his arm, a black image of a skeleton's hand holding a rose etched into his skin and he groaned from the wound. When it was completed, a black glow hovered around it, then sank into his body. 

Stula stepped back and smiled. 

Rafe no longer felt the cold, but then, something cracked from inside of him. He cried out. It happened again, then again, then again, until he was writhing and screaming in pain. He didn't know how long it lasted, but once it was through, he found he now stood upon four legs, and a warm fur coat covered his body.

The clouds above parted and the bright full moon shone through the darkness. The pain subsided, and something else stirred within his chest. A calling.

"You'll get used to the transformation, and will be able to call upon it as you wish," Stula said. She opened her arms as though in invitation. 

From his mouth came a long, loud, howl, and he felt free.

And he was hungry. 


I wanted to write this piece for last month's flash fiction, but it never came to me! This character, Rafe, from my current work in progress has been swirling about in my head but I haven't been able to see him clearly until recently. This was fun for me to dig into his back story a bit, and to reveal one of the deities for this world's religion I hadn't explored much yet. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!

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For the King

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"Yes, that is everything I'm taking with me," Amelia snapped , making the serving goblin flinch.

"If you insist..."

"I do insist!"

That last retort made Nell in her crib start to cry. Amelia sighed. "Now, see what you've done? Leave us!"

The goblin gave a quick nod, and scampered away while Amelia picked up the whimpering toddler. As if the pregnancy hadn't been enough punishment, now for the past year all it seemed like Nell could do was cry, and Amelia was rubbish at making it stop. Why couldn't she stop crying for once?

Amelia didn't particularly want a child, but it was the only solution she could think of at the moment. It took one time of "forgetting" to take her tonic and weeks later she discovered she was pregnant. Surely, the king would never want to marry her then.

But alas, she was still the one chosen to be his next bride and Nell would be left behind, forgotten, along with Amelia's lover.

At least she wouldn't have to listen to the constant crying any longer.

Or Mother's incessant yapping.

"Your beauty has finally blessed this family! You'll raise our people up again," Amelia mimicked as she rocked Nell. The child's mop of brown and blonde curls bounced upon her tan head.

King Edric was known to be kind, joyful, and fair. But, after his wife passed away giving birth to their second child, he was a different man. He'd withdrawn himself for some time. Then, returned to his playboy ways previous to his marriage with men and women constantly coming and going from his bed chambers. Apparently, he  - or perhaps his advisors -  decided it was time to find another wife, and Amelia was the lucky woman chosen. He wasn't very kind when he found out she had a child a year after his proposal. 

Mother disagreed. She said it was completely in his right to be upset and was gracious enough to let the child live and still agreed for Amelia to be his wife. As long as the child didn't come to the castle. 

"But what about what I want?" Amelia asked and looked at her reflection in her full length mirror standing in the corner. If you were to remove the baby on her hip, Amelia was the perfect image for royalty with her long blonde hair and stunning red dress. Beauty was powerful and Amelia was used to using it to her advantage. But now, it was being turned against her. All of the kingdom gossips were saying Amelia was to be the most beautiful queen they'd ever seen. That was, until his oldest daughter, Princess Eira, took the throne. 

Amelia had never seen either princess, but heard the rumors of Princess Eira's beauty. She'd see for herself in only a matter of days. Then she would be queen. 

A queen who was trapped in a cage not of her own choosing. A beautiful and luxurious cage. But a cage none the less. 

King Edric had ruined everything.

Finally, Nell's cries softened and she lay her head against Amelia's shoulder. She glanced at the crib, tempted to put the toddler down, but knew once Nell was back in there the crying would begin again. 

Nell wasn't so terrible when she wasn't crying. Or eating in that sloppy way of hers. Or soiling herself. But moments such as this, perhaps she wasn't all that awful. Amelia had reluctantly grown to care for Nell.

No. Care was too strong of a word. Fond. Yes, she'd grown fond of the child, and now she would never see her again.

"It's not fair," Amelia muttered. Regardless of whether she cared for Nell or not, the child was hers. The only thing Amelia ever had all to herself. The only choice she'd made for herself, and ever would make now that she was to be queen. 

We all must make sacrifices for our people, and for the king, Mother said. Amelia never sacrificed anything until now, and didn't want to start. When King Edric found out about Nell, she'd tried to appeal to his fatherly instincts for she'd heard he loved his daughters deeply. At first, she thought it worked. But in the end, Nell was not to come to the castle. 

"The king will pay for this," Amelia told her reflection. She placed a hand on the glass and it wavered as though the glass turned into water. Through the reflection she saw the other world. The green grass, the fae who lived there, and the sparkling flowers. Amelia used to hide in the mirror world as a child when she wanted to escape Mother. She planned on leaving it behind but perhaps...

A knock came to the door and the goblin popped her head inside. "I've been sent to fetch you. The king is waiting."

Of course he was.

"What are you looking at?" the goblin asked.

Amelia's eyes darted from the mirror, to the gnome, to Nell. Without giving it another thought she grabbed the gnome by the elbow and dragged her to the mirror. She shoved Nell into her arms and pushed the two into the glass. The goblin let out a small yell as she found herself standing in the mirror world. 

"She's your job now," Amelia said and placed a hand on the glass, it wavered, and once again became a mirror showing only Amelia's reflection. She took the tiara which lay on her nightstand and placed it upon her head. 

"Ansel!" Amelia yelled for another servant. Within moments he appeared at her door and bowed.

"Yes, my lady?"

"That silly goblin forgot to be sure my mirror was packed up with my other things and seems to have disappeared. Take it down to the carriage," she ordered.

He bowed again. "Of course, my lady."

He found another servant to help and they took the mirror away. 

She would do it. She would become queen. 

Anything for the king.

 

Yes! I finally have written a flash fiction piece again! In February I was battling major writers block, and I almost lost that battle again here in March. But I'm back with flash fiction!

I also decided in my novel writing to return to what I call the "fairy tale mash-up" where I have a combo of Snow White, Red Riding Hood, Snow White and Rose Red, Rapunzel, and Cinderella. Yes, it's a lot. But I think it's going to be really fun.

To get into the mindset, I wrote this piece about the main antagonist, Queen Amelia. This story takes place about 10 years before the novel will begin. Sometimes it's difficult for me to figure out my antagonist and have a clear picture of them, so writing a quick back story like this helps! I hope you enjoyed it!


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The Living Porcelain Doll

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The chair wheels rattled along the path and a lion roared through the red and white fabric walls before me, followed by the familiar frustrated grunt of his young tamer, Oscar. I pulled aside the tent's flap in time to see him throw a whip to the ground and toss off his top hat. His shoulders relaxed when he saw me.

"What are you doing here, Grace?" he asked, but didn't hide his smile.

I held up a battered deck of cards. "I practice better here and I had time before I needed to do my makeup."

Oscar offered a quick nod. "Of course."

"Thanks."

I maneuvered myself  onto one of the stands, my skirt scandalously hitched around my legs to reveal the metal braces upon them, and straddled the bench. I'd quickly learned that modesty wasn't a high value at the circus. I couldn't help but notice Oscar's careful eye being sure I didn't lose my balance.

"You know, the sign for my act isn't true when it says I could break at any moment. I'm perfectly capable of moving." I spread the deck of cards across the bench surface.

"The Living Porcelain Doll" was the side act name. I originally auditioned to be the world's smallest magician. However, when I told the ringleader I was not only small, but also had fragile bones, he ignored my card tricks and concocted an entirely different plan. My arms and face were painted to look like a doll with the illusion of having cracks and gaps as though I had fallen off a shelf. I sat upon a stool in a long skirt which covered my braced legs as the audience members ogled. It was the only thing he could think of to showcase my "uniqueness."

The key, the ringleader told me, was to exaggerate the truth just enough so it was remarkable, while still being believable. I did have to be careful, but could at least move from the wheelchair to a bench on my own. Still, some of the other circus members treated me more like an actual porcelain doll than human.

Oscar cleared his throat and picked up his whip and hat. "Yes, but we don't need any injuries."

He returned to practicing and I spread the deck into a line face down. With a single nudge at the end they all flipped over to show the faces, diamonds, spades, hearts, and then clubs. Another nudge and they flipped back. One more nudge and they now were clubs, hearts, diamonds, and then spades.

The lion roared again while I shuffled, and the cards spilled across the bench and floor.

"Sorry," Oscar said and rushed over to help me pick them up. "He's having a bad day today."

I gave the lion a look and he lay down on the ground as though I had commanded him.

Oscar smiled and set the remaining cards on the bench. He took a seat and reclined against the taller bench behind it. "Sometimes I think you should be the lion tamer, and not me."

"You're both just tired."

I shuffled the cards again, spread them out on the bench between us, then focused on one. Slowly, it rose over the rest of the desk.

"You're getting better," Oscar said. "How did you do that?"

I shrugged. "I've always had a knack for it and I've been practicing a lot. It's a lot better in this tent though. I wish I could come in more often."

"With the exception of today, I tend to do better when I practice in here too." He looked between me and the lion, who was focused on the cards. "What else can you do with those?"

"There's one thing I've been trying out when I can sneak in here, but I haven't shown anyone yet." I wasn’t sure if I was ready. But, just maybe…

I hovered a palm over the deck, and the card which had slid over the others floated into the air. One by one, the others followed and created a flying circle. Oscar straightened himself as he watched with interest. The lion seemed to mimic his actions and watched as well. The cards circled around and floated higher in the air as they moved toward the center of the ring. The lion sat up straighter, its eyes intent on the cards.

Oscar's jaw dropped. "Amazing."

I felt my cheeks warm. With a twirl of my finger the cards spun around the lion and he circled, following them around the ring.

"Have you shown the ringmaster this?"

I sent the cards back to us and they collapsed onto the bench. I hadn't perfected getting them into a neat stack yet. Other than that, it worked.  "We already have a magician, remember? But, I’ve been meaning to ask... I was wondering if you could help me with something."

Oscar's eyes sparkled as a mischievous smile crept across his face.

***

For once I was glad I couldn't walk, because my legs wouldn't stop shaking underneath my skirt. We had to improvise a costume at the last minute, but Oscar had found a red jacket and a top hat for me to wear over my usual white dress. If we didn't pull this off, we were going to be in so much trouble.

"You're going to be amazing," Oscar whispered as he pushed my chair toward the tent entrance.

"This was a bad idea," I said. "We've barely even practiced."

"You're going to be amazing," he repeated.

The ringleader announced Oscar's act while the crowd stomped and cheered. My fingers tingled around the deck of cards as we entered the ring, and the lion waited for us, positioned on a red stool in the center. It almost looked as though he were smiling.

I'd always dreamed of being in the spotlight, and here I was.

And I was going to be amazing.


Author Note: It may come as no surprise to anyone that I LOVED the movie, The Greatest Showman. So, when I was stuck on what to write about for this month's Flash Fiction, a friend suggested "something circusy?" To which I joked:

"You realize this may become Night Circus or Greatest Showman fan-fiction, right?"

I ended up not doing exact fan fiction. While there's some vibes going on for sure...  it became an accidental "own voices" piece. When I think about The Greatest Showman, as much as I love it and as much as the movie talks about celebrating differences between people, the characters who represented marginalized groups didn't really have as great of roles as I had hoped. Which, that's another topic for another blog post.

But, it did help to inspire what I wanted to write if I were doing a piece about the circus. Thus, the own voices. I've never shared anything fictional in public about someone with the same condition as me before. (Read this blog post to find out more about my having Osteogenesis Imperfecta.) I tried to write one during NaNoWriMo a few years ago, but it was atrocious and will never see the light of day. I've also written about characters with other disabilities, but they weren't specifically what I had, and I only have shown them to a few other writer friends. The idea of sharing this is kind of terrifying to me. However, once the idea popped into my head I couldn't get it out. In fact, I love these characters, and my friends who reviewed this story before I published it also said they loved them, and I'm considering coming back to Grace and Oscar in a future story. 

So... I hope you liked it too.

And if you haven't seen The Greatest Showman or read The Night Circus, what are you waiting for? 


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An Unexpected Christmas Eve

I had a request to bring back Jeff and Mike for Christmas. Which... I guess at the end of Meet the Family Part 2 I unintentionally alluded they'd return. But, when I tried to think of their Christmas story, my mind kept on drawing a blank. There were a few ideas I had in my head, but none really fleshed themselves out. Then, this one started to form. It doesn't star our favorite monster/human couple, but I was able to have them make an appearance, and I think you'll like it!

If there's anything you'd like to see for January's Flash Fiction Friday, let me know!

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The dashboard light blinked at me like Rudolph's nose during a storm. I pulled the lever but the sleigh kept spinning in a downward spiral. 

"No, not today!" I moaned as I continued to try and get it back in flight. The wind pushed my red hat to the floor, making my hair fly in my eyes as I plummeted to the ground. This was not how I imagined my Christmas Eve.

I pressed the red emergency button and braced myself for the impact. A silver beam shout out of the hood and I turned the steering wheel to guide it. If I had done my calculations correctly, I knew exactly where I'd land. The beam wouldn't prevent the crash, but would make it significantly less fatal. 

Not that it mattered. Dad was going to kill me for taking my sleigh out on my own on Christmas Eve. 

Well, not kill. Santa wasn't a fan of corporal punishment. But there would be a lecture about being a good example to the children of the world and he may not give me any extra cookies. 

But some things were more important than cookies.

I landed with a loud thud and the sleigh spun in circles, making the snow from the ground swirl with the smoke coming out from the jets. Air bags popped out upon landing. At least those worked. I coughed and sputtered as the air bags deflated and the sleigh came to a stop. I turned the key in the ignition and it let out a pathetic spurt.

Two men walked out to the backyard, coughing and waving away the smoke that came from my sleigh. One had dark brown hair and wore a sweater with reindeer on it. A human. The other man was green. 

Good, this was the right place.

"Ivy?"

"Hi Jeff."

"Why is there a sleigh in my parents backyard?" the human asked.

 Jeff rolled his eyes. "Mike, this is Ivy Claus. Ivy, my fiancee, Mike." He walked over to me and crossed his arms across his chest. "Ivy, are you allowed to be out alone on Christmas Eve?"

"Please don't tell my dad!" I begged as I climbed out from the sleigh. "There's a gift I have to deliver. I meant to put it with dad's stuff but one of the elves lost it and I thought my sleigh was ready to go out but then it malfunctioned. I just need to borrow something to get it up again and I'll be gone before you know it."

Mike's eyes widened. "Claus as in... Santa Claus?"

I gave him a little wave. "The one and only."

"You're not how I imagined."

I decided to ignore his comment, but I got that a lot. Most people don't expect to see a brown girl with dark curly hair to be the daughter of Santa Claus. People were usually confused when they saw him too. They were always debating if he was white or black or whatever. But Saint Nicholas was from what's now modern day Turkey so... what did they expect? 

I turned to Jeff. "Can I get some juice and see if it'll perk up my sleigh?"

Jeff sighed and surveyed the scene. "It's for something good, I hope?"

I nodded. 

"Fine." He turned to Mike. "Stay here, I'll be right back."

Which left Mike and I to stare at each other awkwardly. 

"So... you have your own sleigh?" he asked.

"Yeah, I've been working on it for months. It's my baby," I answered as I walked around it and popped the hood. Another puff of smoke poured out. "I thought it'd be ready by now but... I guess not."

"How did you find my parents house?"

"Dad's magic snow ball."

"Of course."

Jeff returned and had a bottle of purple liquid in his hand. It was basically like car oil but magic. Which should do the trick. I grabbed it from him and poured some in the hood. There was a low humming sound, which was promising. Then, it gurgled. Not so promising. Followed by a stream bursting into the sky like a geyser and splattered all over my new paint job.

I moaned and pulled my red hat over my ears.

"Is where you need to go close? Maybe we can give you a ride," Mike suggested. Helping Santa's daughter has got to put you on the nice list for life, right?"

"You'd think," Jeff and I said in unison.

But, Jeff relented. "Where do you need to go?"

"There's a hospital about ten miles from here," I answered. 

"I think I know which one you're talking about," Mike said. "Let's go."

I grabbed the gift sack from the sleigh and we piled into Jeff's car. Within twenty minutes, the car pulled up to the hospital and Jeff had barely parked before I darted out and ran inside.  Finding the room wasn't difficult, as most people had already been released to go home for Christmas. 

The teenage girl was asleep, which was much deserved. Notes from the nurse were written on the dry erase board hanging on the wall, and It's a Wonderful Life played quietly on the TV in the background. Beyond that, the room was empty. No Christmas tree. No cards. No flowers. The nurses hadn't seen me walk in thanks to the elf dust I'd nabbed from Dad's office, but I didn't have much so I needed to be quick. I placed the packages on the tray beside her bed as silently as possible, then tip-toed back out. 

Mission accomplished. 

Dad was standing in front of the glass window for the nursery, smiling and cooing at the newborn baby. There was only one, and she'd been born just that night.

"So what did you bring them?" he asked.

"A couple pacifiers and onesies for the baby. A robe for the mom." I peered through the glass next to Dad. The new baby slept soundly in their bed. I smiled. "Did Jeff call you?"

"An elf messaged me."

Traitor.

"I'm sorry I left without telling you. I just couldn't let her or the baby be all alone. It didn't seem right. Not even her mom is here or anything and she really is just a kid still... and I'm 316 years old now, I'm perfectly capable of going out on my own-"

Dad pulled me into a hug before I could finish my defense and his chest rumbled with laughter. "You shouldn't have snuck out. But...maybe it's time I stopped being so protective and let you join me on my sleigh. I could use the help sometimes."

"Really?"

"Really."

Jeff and Mike walked up to us, panting from running. I had kind of left them in the dust back there. Mike paused and stared at Dad. "Wow... that's really Santa, isn't it?"

Jeff smiled. "Yup."

"I'm never going to have a normal holiday with you, am I?"

"Nope."

Dad chuckled again and squeezed me tighter. "Merry Christmas, Ivy."

"Merry Christmas, Dad."

"But no solo sleighing for two weeks."


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Meet the Family Part 2- Flash Fiction Friday

I hope you all enjoyed part 1 of this story last week, here's the conclusion! 

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I wasn't planning on proposing. But after we talked about it once I couldn't get the idea out of my head and the next thing I knew I was at the jewelers inspecting rings. I'd kept the ring in my pocket ever since so I wouldn't lose it.

Clearly, that didn't work out so well. 

"What were you planning to do with this?" Jeff's hand was shaking as he held it, from the cold or at what the ring meant, I wasn't sure. 

My mouth went dry and I tried to swallow. "I just thought it looked cool."

That was by far one of the dumbest answers I could have given.

Jeff raised an eyebrow. "And keeping it in your pocket?"

I didn't have an answer. 

"This is only the first time you've met my family," Jeff said as he handed me the ring. When he did, I felt my heart bend. It didn't break, because he wasn't rejecting anything. But he also didn't look thrilled about it, and I didn't realize how much I wanted that ring on his finger until he was handing it back to me. So, my heart bent. 

"I'm sorry I've messed things up," I said and placed the ring into the box. It snapped shut and I flinched at the sound. 

Jeff stuck his hands in his pockets and looked at the ground. "We're so different Mike. I always liked that about us. But..."

My heart continued to bend. I didn't like the sound of where this was going. But I couldn't argue with him.

"Let's go back inside," I said before he could finish. "I don't want to be late for dinner and have your mom hate me even more."

Jeff opened his mouth as though he were going to say something then closed it again. He nodded his head and we walked back to the house in silence. In fact, a majority of the remainder of the day I spent in silence.

When we returned his family didn't say anything mean, didn't try to eat me, or made any comments about my spilling Grandma or almost poisoning them. They simply ignored me, and Jeff wasn't much better. It was as though I had faded to the background and became part of the wallpaper. I almost wished I could go back to ruining the day because then at least Jeff would talk to me. 

Normally, I would have loved to sit back and observe Jeff with his family. They all obviously loved him. He cracked jokes with his uncles, let his niece sit on his lap, and helped his mom in the kitchen. This should have made me happy. It would have if I could have been a part of it. 

His niece screeched at my side and I jumped. She was sitting on the floor with a toy vampire doll, but one of its fangs had fallen off. Tears welled in her eyes as she helplessly tried to reattach it. 

I held out my hand. "Let me try."

She gave me a wary glance but handed the toy over. I knelt on the ground and saw where the fang would be inserted into the mouth. Apparently it was retractable. With a bit of finagling, I was able to get it back in.

She gave me a hesitant smile then pushed along the floor over to me a bride of Frankenstein doll. Well, it was better than being ignored. 

Out of the corner of my eye I caught Jeff looking in my direction with a small smile.

Finally it was time to eat and we all gathered around the dining room table. Jeff started to say something to me but was interrupted by his uncle saying a prayer. We all bowed our heads and when he was done he started to cut into the meat.

"The way his kind acts toward each other I'm amazed they still pray," someone next to me murmured. I felt my cheeks warm. 

"That's enough," Jeff snapped. Everyone at the table stared at him, including myself. "Mike has been nothing but kind to you all day. Yeah, it hasn't been perfect, but he's tried. Which is more than I can say for everyone here. Including myself. I know we're different, but that's just how it is. I'm going to be spending the rest of my life with him and you better just get used to him, or get used to me not being around. It's your choice."

My jaw dropped and could have touched the table. He turned to look at me with pleading eyes.

He wanted to spend the rest of his life with me?

"I'm sorry," he said. "I should have spoke up sooner. If this is going to work, you're my family now."

I couldn't speak, so I reached under the table and gave his hand a squeeze and smiled. He smiled back. 

The rest of the night was better. I made an effort to talk to his family members, and his mom even apologized for how she acted in the kitchen that day. They were just protective of Jeff, and I couldn't blame them for that. 

As we put our coats on at the end of the night I heard something fall from Jeff's pocket and hit the ground. I picked it up. It was a ring box.

"Um..."

I opened the box. "What's this?"

Jeff shrugged. "I just thought it was cool and decided to keep it in my pocket."

"Oh really?"

His eyes were twinkling. "Yeah."

I pulled out the ring from my pocket and compared the two. They had the same engraving. "So... the rest of our lives. What do you say?"

Jeff pulled me close to him and kissed me. He took the rings from my hand and put one on his finger, and one on mine. "If we can survive my family, I think we can survive anything."

I kissed him back. 

"Just wait until you meet mine at Christmas."


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