Hello all,
Apologies for such a LATE posting here to finalize the winning entry. There happens to be a tie between Psyche's short story entry, Christmas Reunion, and Merlin's poetic entry, Streetwalkers with each receiving 6 votes.
This poll will determine the winner, so please read over the two entries (I'll post them below) and cast your vote by end of day, Sunday, July the 26th.
May the spirit of the season remain in your heart all the year through!
Cheers,
~Cleo
Christmas Reunion
December inched laboriously towards the festivities, leaving a trail of fretful shoppers attempting to purchase that final, symbolic gift for somebody’s cousin just arrived from Chile; or perhaps for an eminent personage they’d overlooked while writing Christmas lists in Freudian slip mode. Meanwhile, the noonday Buenos Aires sun was wickedly transforming downtown asphalt streets lined with skyscrapers into veritable furnaces.
Cynthia sat through a suburban neighbourhood garage auction, feeling sweaty and doubtful. Indifferently, she dropped her little brown handbag on the ground by her chair. She wasn't at all sure why she was there. Waste of time. Lots of tatty articles being sold off at a pittance, perhaps for thrifty -or stingy- buyers seeking Christmas bargains. If it hadn't been for Jack's sister, for respect, companionship and all that, she'd have upped and left half-an-hour ago.
Still, she sat there, as if glued to her inflexible, plastic chair. I'm daft, she thought to herself; after all, Jack was my husband and now he's gone, why should I sit through this nonsense? Nobody even remembers me here. It doesn't matter one way or another what happens to that load of rubbish. Just odds and ends that Jack hadn't bothered to collect from his home, when Cynthia and he had married and gone off to live in Patagonia, so long ago. Family stuff, gilt-bound classic books, pictures, recipes, toys, candlesticks, silk scarves with damp stains on them... what the heck, he’d never had time to deal with all that. His sister should have thrown the lot out ages ago.
The monotony of the auctioneer's voice, the oppressive afternoon, everything seemed to combine to make Cynthia nod and drop off to sleep. She wasn't sure how long she'd been dozing, when she abruptly realized that a peculiar silence had fallen on the small crowd of people, twenty at the most. It was the silence that had awoken her, she was certain.
She gazed in confusion up at the ugly wooden stand where articles were being offered from a collapsing cardboard box. The auctioneer was holding up a water-colour of a glade encircled by trees and ferns, quite pretty, come to think of it... but suddenly Cynthia realized that there were two moss-covered mounds of earth nearly concealed in the tranquil, woodsy scene. Her heart began to beat faster! She'd seen that scenario before, somewhere, many years ago... Yes! It had been Christmas Day, on that balmy summer spent in Argentine Patagonia, in a log cabin they’d rented to get away from the strident city ambience.
Cynthia sprang up and ran to the stand. - Wait, wait! - she cried, - I must touch that picture, I must inspect it closer, please hand it to me!
The man seemed unnerved, but he held it out to her. Turning the framed water-colour around, Cynthia read an inscription on the back in a low, incredulous voice:
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
Below it, a signature: Jack's!Christina Rossetti.
Hello,
It's the last day to cast your vote...
to those who placed their votes in this poll. The poll is now closed.
Congratulations goes out to Sylvia (Psyche) for her winning entry, "Christmas Reunion'.
Well deserved - Happy Christmas, Syl! Shall I send you the winning check by post mail? Let's chat in email or PM...
Ho Ho Ho!
~Lori
Thank you, Lori! It's been a great surprise. I love Merlin's poem very much indeed. I want to tell him so, but haven't discovered where to post my comment to him...will keep searching.
And I'll PM you asap. Lots of hugs,
Syl***
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