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.
“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.