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16. Plum Pudding
Setting: Wainscott & Stiles’ Cabinetmakers; London, England; Christmas 2091
(200 words)
The street outside Wainscott and Stiles’ came alive in the sunset. People bustled about, talking, laughing, singing. Norman stood with his back to the window, ignoring the festivities. It was another lonely Christmas without Cherie…
He busied himself sanding a vanishing cabinet, as if that act could also sand the rough edges of his emotions. Hearing the back door open, he looked up. “Merlin’s beard, we closed an hour ago!” Mr. Stiles chuckled. “Go home, Norman. It’s Christmas Eve.”
What home? His dark, empty apartment? “It’s okay. I’ll finish this and lock up when I’m done.”
He kept his eyes on the task, lest they lock with his boss and betray his emotions. He still felt Stiles’s pitying gaze. “Oh, no you don’t! You’re coming home with me.”
Stiles grabbed Norman’s arm before he could protest and side-along apparated into a cozy living room. A delicious smell wafted through the air. Stiles sniffed. “You haven’t lived until you try my wife’s plum pudding!”
“Merry Christmas, dear!” Mrs. Stiles appeared, carrying the pudding in question. A purple dome slathered in sauce. “Oh, you’ve brought a friend. Does he like plum pudding?”
Norman shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never had it before.”
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true...
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