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Christmas Pines MAG

June 14, 2012
By MissAutumnRose BRONZE, Earlysville, Virginia
MissAutumnRose BRONZE, Earlysville, Virginia
3 articles 5 photos 5 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Do not meddle in the affairs of Dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup."

Every day he comes to see me. He stops for just a moment and smiles up at me. Then with a look of determined resolve, he tightens the grip on his briefcase and hurries down the street. He may only stay for a second. But it's enough.

Watching me, his deep green eyes are like Christmas pines, his sandy red hair like gingerbread. He is mine. He is the ending of my story, and the beginning of my life. He must love me … he must.

But for now I wait for him. Every day I wait. He always comes at twelve past six, or so says the ticks of the clock. He always stays for three clicks before continuing on his way. It's not much. But it's enough.

I find myself wondering what thoughts go through his mind during our daily encounters. Does he feel the same love for me that I do for him? Oh, but he must from the look of pure enchantment on his face, the sparkle in his Christmas-colored eyes.

Today is special, I know it is. Today is Christmas Eve. Today he will take me away; he won't leave me alone on Christmas. He won't.

The bell on the door has been swinging merrily all afternoon as the last-minute shoppers gather their treasures. The store owner is in a near frenzied state, restocking shelves, cleaning the snow and sludge that was tracked in, and keeping the store presentable for customers.

It's getting late. It's ten past six, and the store closes at 6:30. The last rush of shoppers begins to depart.

Six thirteen. I can feel disappointment looming as I wait. He's late. Slowly each minute drags into the next. The cuckoo clock reflects in the front window. It's a constant reminder that he hasn't come.

I listen as each tick of the clock passes by. Finally I am resigned to waiting. Waiting for the tell-tale chirping of that bright blue bird exploding from the wooden clock framed with silver. Waiting for that spiteful horrible bird to sing out, shattering my plans.

The sound will remind me without a doubt that it is 6:30, that he's not coming. Can't he understand? Doesn't he see my devotion ? Doesn't he see that I wait, counting the ticks without pause, until I get to see him again?

Eighty-six-thousand, three hundred ninety-seven – that's how many ticks I wait between his visits. I never wait any longer than that, though it's never any shorter either. Except today, the one day I hoped he'd take me away from here.

The later it gets, the harder it is to hold on to any hope.

But then there he is, coming around the corner, his cheeks flushed from running, his nose pink from the cold. He hasn't forgotten me! All doubt evaporates, as if flying away to a long-forgotten world.

His gray scarf flaps behind him as he sprints toward the door. For the first time he comes into my shop. He's apologizing to the owner for coming in so close to closing. But wait, what is he saying now? He's pointing at me. He's smiling.

The owner nods and comes over, pulling the beautiful celeste blue scarf from around my neck, leaving me cold and unadorned. She rings it up, the cash register clanging for the last time before Christmas.

She wraps the scarf in silver tissue paper and hands it to him. His smile reaches all the way up to his Christmas-pine eyes. He thanks the owner, pulls his coat around him, and with that, he's on his way. Not so much as a second look at me. He left me on Christmas without so much as a smile.

It's twelve after six and I see him rounding the corner. My spirits soar for a moment, but then I see her. Blond curls play peek-a-boo under her brightly colored winter hat, her blue eyes shine with excitement, and her face is animated as she talks with him. Her jacket is pulled tight, her hand intertwined with his. It hurts to see her with him, but nothing hurts more than the blue scarf around her neck, my scarf.

I realize now how stupid I have been. It wasn't love. He only stopped to look at the scarf. Who would want a dummy, a poser like me? Who could ever love a mannequin?

The author's comments:
Trying an new perspective on the world.

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on Apr. 4 2016 at 5:27 pm
Aaliyah02 SILVER, Pflugervile, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
" If you can dream it, you can do it"

wow that end was uber unexpected! Nice job!

on Nov. 20 2015 at 7:59 am
Qudsia PLATINUM, Aligarh, Other
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bravest of you are not those who can defeat a lion but the ones who can defeat anger

and that is superb imagination!!

Anxette SILVER said...
on Mar. 2 2014 at 7:31 pm
Anxette SILVER, Bronx,, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Everyone is a genius. But if you judge a fish by it's ability to climb a tree, then it will live it's whole life thinking that it is stupid." -A. Einstein.

this story is fantastic! i would have never expected the ending! how sad too!

Kailee BRONZE said...
on Feb. 27 2014 at 11:22 pm
Kailee BRONZE, Singleton, Other
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WOW. This is awesome, seriously good job!

on May. 4 2013 at 3:18 pm
Alex_Mac BRONZE, Osler, Other
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Favorite Quote:
“Nothing is impossible, the word itself says 'I'm possible'!”
― Audrey Hepburn

Beautiful story! I loved the idea. Very unique.

on Jan. 6 2013 at 8:37 pm
In_Love_with_Writing GOLD, Easton, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." Phillipians 4:13

I really liked it. Nice job! Please read, rate, and comment some of my stories. I would really appreciate it :)

Marmmy GOLD said...
on Dec. 21 2012 at 10:25 pm
Marmmy GOLD, Park City, Utah
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Favorite Quote:
"Disease may weaken the body, and madness may weaken the mind, but nothing destroys the spirit like the lost of truelove."

~Venom by Fiona Paul

I loved it! It shows everyones desire to find true love, deep down.

on Dec. 4 2012 at 4:50 pm
GuardianoftheStars GOLD, Shongaloo, Louisiana
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Favorite Quote:
"Let's tell young people the best books are yet to be written; the best painting, the best government, the best of everything is yet to be done by them."
-John Erslcine

Oh, wow. That was such a fresh story.  ^_^ I really liked it.

on Nov. 26 2012 at 7:37 pm
StoryTellingElf SILVER, Sarasota, Florida
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The twist at the end is so fantastic! I loved it. :)