“He’s not taking water anymore” Jason said, setting the pitcher down.
Lizzy turns from the dishwasher. Her hands twisting nervously, “Will he make it through Christmas?”
Jason nodded as the scent of dark roasted coffee calls to him from the table, “I believe he will. It will be fine.”
Their cozy kitchen smelled like warm cinnamon buns and fresh java. Lizzy sat across from him, sliding over a sticky bun.
“I want Christmas to be perfect for the kids” Lizzy said softly.
“It will. Pictures, memories, everything.” Jason reassured.
“But if he is dieing..” Lizzy responds.
“Lizzy, it’s a tree. It was dead the minute it was cut down.” Jason smirks.
About the Creator
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Haha, love the twist at the end! Such a relatable holiday "worry" spun into humor—classic festive banter!✨
Great little story you have here. I thought a person was dying at the beginning and surprised at the end. Good job.
Funny and sad at the same time…for the tree! Well-written, poignant humour, Daphne.
Awe bless I love all tree’s