White Christmases
Title:White Christmas(es)
Author: Lizabeth
A one-shot fic in several parts. It's about Christmas. Odd, considering it's Febuary but I started it Christmas day. So there.
Five people were seated tensley around a living room. There was a fire in the corner, and it was crackling invitively. No one was paying any attention to it. They were glancing on the matlepiece, debating their choices of pictures to leave up there. They were glancing at the clock, they should have been there by now.
They were nervous, wanting it to be over, dreading it, rubbing their temples and now they were all frightened.
They all had known her somehow.
The hostess has been her best friend. Her husband (the host) had known her, too. The mother of the hostess had met her several times, and the father of the hostess had taken her to France ten years ago. The other guest was the cousin of the host. He had once taken her out on a date.
The recent death had left them all paranoid. The final three guests would be coming from New York, but they should've been here. They should've been here. Could there have been an accident?
The ring of the doorbell made them all let out their breath.
The hostess jumped up to greet them, smiling, guiding them inside. Smiles forced their way onto everyone's lips.
"Rory!"
"Hi Sookie."
Not another word was said. The tiny girl with her hand wrapped around the newest arrival's had red eyes.
The guest looked around the room. Her eyes fell on a picture on the mantlepiece. It was of her, only six years old, perched on a tree branch, smiling broadly. There was a hand in the picture, holding her up, supporting her weight so the tree branch wouldn't snap.
They had argued over whether or not the picture would have any signifigance to her.
The guest looked at it, and her lip trembled.
She knew the hand.
They cursed themselves.
***
"Rory, look at that big tree. Isn't it pretty?"
"The snow is making it beautiful, mommy."
"Indeed so."
"Why don't you wear snow instead of make-up?"
Lorelai Gilmore stuck out her tongue and caught a few snowflakes.
"If only I could, babe."
Title:White Christmas(es)
Author: Lizabeth
A one-shot fic in several parts. It's about Christmas. Odd, considering it's Febuary but I started it Christmas day. So there.
Five people were seated tensley around a living room. There was a fire in the corner, and it was crackling invitively. No one was paying any attention to it. They were glancing on the matlepiece, debating their choices of pictures to leave up there. They were glancing at the clock, they should have been there by now.
They were nervous, wanting it to be over, dreading it, rubbing their temples and now they were all frightened.
They all had known her somehow.
The hostess has been her best friend. Her husband (the host) had known her, too. The mother of the hostess had met her several times, and the father of the hostess had taken her to France ten years ago. The other guest was the cousin of the host. He had once taken her out on a date.
The recent death had left them all paranoid. The final three guests would be coming from New York, but they should've been here. They should've been here. Could there have been an accident?
The ring of the doorbell made them all let out their breath.
The hostess jumped up to greet them, smiling, guiding them inside. Smiles forced their way onto everyone's lips.
"Rory!"
"Hi Sookie."
Not another word was said. The tiny girl with her hand wrapped around the newest arrival's had red eyes.
The guest looked around the room. Her eyes fell on a picture on the mantlepiece. It was of her, only six years old, perched on a tree branch, smiling broadly. There was a hand in the picture, holding her up, supporting her weight so the tree branch wouldn't snap.
They had argued over whether or not the picture would have any signifigance to her.
The guest looked at it, and her lip trembled.
She knew the hand.
They cursed themselves.
***
"Rory, look at that big tree. Isn't it pretty?"
"The snow is making it beautiful, mommy."
"Indeed so."
"Why don't you wear snow instead of make-up?"
Lorelai Gilmore stuck out her tongue and caught a few snowflakes.
"If only I could, babe."