AN: A story I wrote a while ago. Hope you enjoy :)
The First Christmas
The pictures hung on the wall like fading memories. Smiles looked down over an empty house. The only sound heard was the ticking of the clock which echoed through the hallways. And on the fire place, sat a photograph of a beautiful woman with long blonde curls and big brown eyes. Though her smile, did not quite reach her eyes. Instead, it seemed like she was very sad inside. In the background, brilliant lights danced across the photo in a blur of blue, green, and red as the carnival rides spun in a flurry.
Though, the most important person in the photo was the baby the woman was carrying. The baby's arms reached toward her mother as her brown little curls bounced up and down. On the back of the photo read: Her first Christmas without you. I love you Jack.
The silence was disrupted by the cry of a baby.