Lisa’s “Baby’s First Christmas” in my hand. Trinkets Josiah and I bought on our many travels by my feet. On the treetop, the angel, whose skin Tessa and I hand-painted brown, its only decoration.
The night before Christmas, and I stand before a naked tree, drying, surrounded by boxes of ornaments, and a lifetime of memories.
Monday’s One-Minute Fiction challenges you to write a story in one minute, no more, no less, based on the prompt provided. Last Monday’s Christmas-themed prompt was one word: ornament.