As last year, I’m participating in Loren Eaton’s (I Saw Lightning Fall) Advent Ghost Stories 2010. It has to be a mere 100 words and is supposed to be eerie in some way. I hope you like my short and thanks Loren for inviting me (and the world) and hosting this again. Fun stuff. Click here to read the other participant’s tales.
Bleak midwinter? No. It’s the only time I feel even a little bit free. Otherwise I’m smothered, alone. At least I can see their beautiful faces during the holidays. At least I’m forced out of my box to witness their subdued celebrations.
Ten years ago, Christmas Eve. I was coming home, eager to share what I’d found with my family. In my haste I crossed a wizard.
On our tree an ornament hangs that my children love to scrutinize. It’s baseball sized, appears as a silver mirror. They wonder why it feels so magical. They don’t know that I’m inside.