A Christmas Story [December, 2022 100-Words]

[photo courtesy of www.100wordstory.org]

Though the windows were blackened and daylight shone through the skeletal remains of Sissy’s bedroom wall, we stayed in the burnt-out cabin. We scooped dirt and ash over Mama’s and Papa’s melted bodies and watched our food supply dwindle, so we ate less.  

​We burned all the firewood, then fed dusty furniture, one broken bit at a time, into a fireplace that Santa would never visit again. He and eight tiny reindeer would sweep overhead, never looking back. We fashioned a pinecone wreath, lit the last candle, and sang happy birthday to Jesus while sharing the last can of peaches.  

Lisa H. Owens
Just 100 Words
100 Word Story - December, 2022 Photo Prompt     

---

---