Now THAT didn’t take long!

  Literati! I asked, and you delivered.  Not up four hours and already we have our first of six finalists writing to the prompt “All I want for Christmas is my——” Won’t reveal who the author is til all entries are in, and Mike Stang has picked a winner.                                       Winter Jasmine   “Just …

  Literati!

I asked, and you delivered.  Not up four hours and already we have our first of six finalists writing to the prompt “All I want for Christmas is my——”

Won’t reveal who the author is til all entries are in, and Mike Stang has picked a winner.

 

                                    Winter Jasmine

 

“Just take all of them,” I said, shoving my presents at my cousins. “All I want for Christmas is my Grandma back.” I ran into my grandmother’s neglected garden.

When I reached the wall, I threw the vines over my body to stay warm; they circled me like my mother’s embrace. My tears fed the dying vines and my choked sobs became smoky white wisps in the December air.

“I miss you, Nana,” I whispered. “I wish you were with me.”

When I pulled a vine closer to my face, the first blossom kissed me with its newly opening petals.

 

 

 

7 comments

      • Glclark says:

        Well, I don’t know how y’all do it out there in Cali-Fornie but around here when we’re untanglin’ our toes outta the afgan and still stingin’ from the claw marks on our back, we don’t say, “Oh, Thanks honey. You did well.”
        We lay back and fire up a fatty and say, “DAMN, GIRL, you did GOOOOOOOOOOD!!!
        I think writers call it voice and that transcends the RULES of grammar.

  1. Just had to butt in being the judge and everything, but the universe created in this 100 word spat drives me to the edge.  What a great job commensurating with creativity. 

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