Jim stares blankly at the woman on his sofa.
“So, we’re providing a turkey dinner at the village hall, party games, carol-singing, a glass of sherry and a free Christmas gift. How does that sound?”
Jim ponders, stroking his bristly chin.
“Like hell on earth,” he says.
“But you said you were lonely?”
Jim is lonely… for his wife, and for comrades long dead…
For his children on the other side of the world… and for his cat, who’s gone missing again.
But his loneliness isn’t a pit to be filled with strangers.
How can he make her see that?
In recent days there have been some heart-warming tales of human kindness towards those alone at Christmas. Some, however, are never so lonely as they are in a crowd. However you may choose to spend the festive period, I wish you every happiness. And thanks to our very own Christmas fairy, Rochelle, who has graced the Friday Fictioneers Christmas tree for several years now. Sorry for the re-tread, time and all that… 😦