A Home For The Holidays
Posted By: Titania <rthogan@gte.net>
Date: Wednesday, 20 December 2000, at 2:48 a.m.
Richie stood in the softly falling snow on a bleak
Seacouver night. The light from the storefront window bathed him in a soft
glow. His eyes were full of wonder and awe as he watched the scene taking place
behind the glass. The effect made him look much younger than his 19 years.
He knew he would be so embarrassed if anyone
caught him spying on the couple in the store, but he couldn’t help himself. He
was witnessing one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen and he would
watch either until he froze to death or someone caught him.
Inside the store a beautiful 10-foot pine tree was
being trimmed with strings of pearl, real holly and ivy, antique Christmas
balls the most beautiful shade of crimson he had ever seen, and miniature brass
instruments. At the top of the tree was the most beautiful Angel he had ever
seen. She was at least a foot tall. Her robe was made of white silk,
embroidered around the hem with pearls. Her wings were made of the finest most
delicate material he had ever seen. He thought it was called gossamer but he
wasn’t sure. And the literal crowning piece of this treasure was a halo of what
looked to be pure gold. He had never seen so much beauty in one place.
People passed by him on the sidewalk, laughing and
joking with one another. He envied them. He envied the people on the sidewalk
but he especially envied the couple inside the store. It was so obvious that
they loved each other. Not *in * love but truly loved one another. It was
obvious in the way that they spoke toward one another. It was obvious in the
way that they laughed and smiled with one another. It was most obvious in the
way that they looked at one another. Richie sighed. He envied that couple so
much, their nice store and their Christmas tree. Most of all he envied their
love. Richie could only imagine what it must be like to love someone like that.
Love someone enough to center your whole life around them. Maybe even love
someone enough to die for them.
He bent down to pick up the small bundle that he
had dropped to the sidewalk when he had wandered upon this wondrous scene. He
hoped that Paul would let me crash at his place for a while. Paul’s mom always
made him feel welcome and he almost felt at home there.
As Richie turned away from the store to resume his
journey his eye saw a sign that said “Antiques. Duncan MacLeod proprietor.”.
Richie made a mental note of the store’s location and started back on his way.
He would return here again. He was sure of it.
FIN