December calendars are filling up, notes about what to cook and who to see; some of the obligations traced lovingly with a smile and some met with a frown.
This week we asked you to use the holiday season to inspire you to write a piece beginning with “The doorbell rang” and ending with “snow began to fall.”
We can’t wait to see where you took this prompt. Link up, but only if you’ve done the prompt, and let us see who was on the other side of the door.
The doorbell rang with its quirky two off-key notes through the empty house. It always rang at inopportune times when it got cold outside. Something about the wiring. It took slapping the wood encasing the button to get it to stop.
She had closed herself up inside the house for months. Her morose soul matched the drawn shades and shadows that took up residence where sunshine had once danced across the gleaming wood floors.
The unconventional tone signaled again and she shuffled to the door to end it.
Opening the door she flipped her palm at the door jam as her eyes routinely scanned the front yard. The porch swing built for two gently swung in the biting wind. A memory she quickly turned from. Nobody was strolling up the sidewalk with news of how the work day was and questions of what was for dinner. A recollection she thrust aside.
A glimmer caught her eye.
Twinkling lights, loosely strung glittering tinsel and reflective ornaments lightly fluttered in the frigid breeze. Her eyes widened in wonderment as her hand flew to her mouth.
Someone had decorated the tree that she had planted in the front yard. The tree bearing the memory of the love she lost. The reason she had allowed the shadows to encase her home and heart.
She shuffled to the tree and gathered one of the ornaments in her withered hand. A silver heart tied with a yellow ribbon. Sweeping the tree with a glance she noted all the ornaments were the same.
Someone remembered. Someone cared enough.
She pulled her sweater tighter as she went back indoors. She pulled the heavy curtains back for the first time in months and gazed at the tree as the snow began to fall.