The Christmas Wish – 250 Word Flash Fiction

As Carol scrawled her signature inside the Thomas Kincade Christmas card, a chill sent a shiver like the touch of a cold fingertip along her spine. She buttoned her cardigan and folded the greeting card. While studying the picture of the artist’s painting, Carol smiled at the warm glow emanating like amber from the windows of the cottage nestled in the snow. She imagined the home filled with friends and family. Lifting her gaze through the window above her desk, dense fog and ice had collected on the gnarled oak trees and shimmered in the moonlight. Her heart ached with the familiar sense of loss. “I miss you, John.” She looked around her dreary home once filled with life, regretting her decision to skip decorating this year. What was the point?

She slipped the card into the envelope as a single tear slid down her soft wrinkled cheek. “I wish…” Her shoulders slumped and Carol sobbed.

A flickering light reflected in the window caught her attention. She spun around and a warm roaring fire glowed in the gas fireplace. Silent Night began playing on the radio.

“What the…?” Carol sprung from her chair and as she approached the hearth she heard the doorbell. She wiped the tears from her face, turned the brass knob, and opened the front door.

“Surprise Grandma!” Carol’s three grandchildren, her daughter, and son-in-law stood in the snow on the front doorstep.

“I’m glad you’re here too, John,” Carol thought as she looked up and smiled.

Is there someone you wish you could visit during the holidays?


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    1. Oh! I am sorry. That does leave a hole in everyone’s heart. I do you wish you all the best and that surrounding yourself with friends and family helps heal the wound a little.


  1. This brought tears of empathy to my eyes. I always make sure my mother, now in her mid-80’s, is a part of my family’s life every day. I call her for advice (though I don’t need it, but it makes her feel involved), and I consult her on Christmas each year, planning the menu and coming out to our place, her arms laden with baking. LOL. She enjoys that part.


  2. Susie, my general impression is one of warmth and longing. Longing for those who we can’t see again in this life, especially for my lost daughter Amy who will forever be 19.

    Thanks again for touching my heart and helping us appreciate those with whom we can still share our love and joy.


  3. Very touching story, Susie. I can see you’ve touched a lot of your followers with it too. I’m fortunate in that the one I’ll be missing this season is only away at work, not for good.


  4. I really admire people who can write good short fiction like this. There’s such an art to that. When I was writing my book I struggled to cram my story into 400 pages!!! I actually ended up splitting it into 2 books (parts 1 & 2; part 2 out hopefully next year).


  5. I think the last line really completes this story. I also like the happy ending and although you kind of hinted at it with the opening images of amber warmth, it’s uncertain until the end how it will turn out.


  6. Beautiful story and beautiful song:) Thank you so much for sharing. I miss family most at Christmas, that is why I am treasuring this first Christmas with ALL our family on both sides!


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