A Sickly Christmas Carol
It was a cold day in Waycross of 2010. The holidays were in the air but I was down. Melanie had taken ill on top of her financial troubles. I decided to help. After all I saw she needed me.
"Aunt Mel how are you?" I asked.
"I'm not well Angel. I'm afraid it might be my last Christmas." She said weakly. With that She started to rub the belly. She was depressed. As she had depression before, I didn't want her relapsing. I had hoped Tom would come in. She needs him. He was always good at cheering her up.
"Mel dear I have a surprise for you." Tom said walking in with a tray of tea and pudding.
"Is that fig pudding?" She asked weakly but hungrily. He sat down the tray. As he sat down at her bedside, he stroked her hair. Taking her into a soft embrace he kissed her. She managed a soft blush. I smiled. Suddenly the moment was shattered. A shill beeping saw to that. As Tom checked his prepaid phone his expression changed. He was mad. I was worried. I knew it was Collins.
"Darn its Collins. He wants to renovation work now." Tom said.
"But it's Christmas." I said.
"Doesn't matter. He's not gonna let us off." He said.
"But Aunt Mel's sick, you should be with her." I said.
"Tell him that." Tom said. "Mel I'm sorry about this, I'll be back soon."
"It's alright it's that scrooges fault." Melanie said weakly