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All I want for Christmas
This creative writing piece appeared in the December 2024 edition of Newsline :
The snow had fallen overnight. He knew it had, even before he opened his eyes. There was a new softness to the sound of the traffic on the bridge and there was a pale diffused glow around the edges of the curtains. He sat bolt upright and listened again. There was no sound anywhere in the house. All quiet in the kitchen, no radio playing the usual easy listening. He looked at his watch. It was still very early, well before six o’clock. He couldn’t dare to wake anyone yet. Jumping out of bed, he ran to the window and pulled the curtains wide. He rubbed at the glass with the sleeve of his pyjamas, clearing a small circular patch in the heavy condensation. Little rivulets of water ran down the glass and pooled on the window sill. He craned his neck a little to get a better view of the garden and the fields beyond, and then he saw it. Parked in the lane beyond the garden hedge was the unmistakable outline of a Morris Minor Traveller. The car’s bulbous shape was softened by a thick layer of snow but he would know it anywhere. His Dad must have arrived in the night and would right now be tucked up in bed in the next room. He could wait no longer. Pulling on his dressing gown and putting on his slippers, he opened the door to the landing. He stood outside his parents’ bedroom and waited, almost savouring the moment. Then, he turned the handle and rushed in.
© Austin Brady - August 2023
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All I want for Christmas
This creative writing piece appeared in the December 2024 edition of Newsline :
The snow had fallen overnight. He knew it had, even before he opened his eyes. There was a new softness to the sound of the traffic on the bridge and there was a pale diffused glow around the edges of the curtains. He sat bolt upright and listened again. There was no sound anywhere in the house. All quiet in the kitchen, no radio playing the usual easy listening. He looked at his watch. It was still very early, well before six o’clock. He couldn’t dare to wake anyone yet. Jumping out of bed, he ran to the window and pulled the curtains wide. He rubbed at the glass with the sleeve of his pyjamas, clearing a small circular patch in the heavy condensation. Little rivulets of water ran down the glass and pooled on the window sill. He craned his neck a little to get a better view of the garden and the fields beyond, and then he saw it. Parked in the lane beyond the garden hedge was the unmistakable outline of a Morris Minor Traveller. The car’s bulbous shape was softened by a thick layer of snow but he would know it anywhere. His Dad must have arrived in the night and would right now be tucked up in bed in the next room. He could wait no longer. Pulling on his dressing gown and putting on his slippers, he opened the door to the landing. He stood outside his parents’ bedroom and waited, almost savouring the moment. Then, he turned the handle and rushed in.
© Austin Brady - August 2023
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