Today’s words: BAUBLES, CAROLS, STOCKING
And my ongoing story…
Barry sat hunched by his fireplace, barely a spark flickering beneath the ghosts of long-gone STOCKINGs, although in some distant part of his mind he still saw them, even if he never allowed the thought to fully form.
Unaware, he glanced over his shoulder, toward the corner where he used to place the long-suffering tree, and everyone sang CAROLS as they took turns hanging handmade BAUBLES and crackers on the fading branches. The tree had always felt like it was on its last legs.
Barry closed his eyes and heaved a sigh, barely noticing the soot fluttering from his chimney.