A Christmas story…
A cold wind rattled the window frame and whistled through the cracks, lifting the faded cotton curtains like a summer skirt. It was dark outside, but Ruth hadn’t noticed, so intent on keeping warm.
The last of the coal was gone, nothing but ebony dust in the scuttle. The embers were nearly cold. Time to go to bed, she thought, at least it would be warmer there.
A loud knock on the front door made her jump, but she made no move to see who was there. It was probably those rotten kids from the Council estate again. They were always knocking on her door and running away.
There was another knock on the door, followed by another. This was unusual, she thought. They didn’t usually knock twice. But who else could it be?
Pulling the old knitted shawl closer around her shoulders, she shuffled in her…
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Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Merry Christmas, Sue. Blessings of the solstice (if a bit belated).
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Merry Christmas… and solstice blessings to you too, Teagan. 🙂 x
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I left a message on the original site, Sue, but I just wanted to say here too how much I enjoyed the story. I’d encourage anybody to follow the link. 🙂
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Thanks, Bun.. this one really got to me 🙂
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It was touching. 🙂
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Yep 🙂
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