The blur of a man beckoned from outside the glass door. I walked through. Strings of popcorn, homemade chains, candy canes, and ornaments hung from the sparkling tree in the corner of the room. I sat on the floor, a little girl, amid the joyful chaos of Christmas day. After the last bright package was opened, she stood before me.
I hugged her tight. “Thank you, mom, for everything.”
The room faded. The man showed me the way back through to the time I now live. My wish had been granted, to relive a single point in time.
This story is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we’re to write a 100-word story. The photo this week was provided by Dale Rogerson.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit here.