While I am on a semi-break and making my way with much enjoyment through my towering TBR, I will be sharing a selection of short stories from my various collections that you might enjoy as you finish off the remaining treats from Christmas.
Today a story about and old guy who feels there is not meaning left to life… a Christmas story but a reminder that love is not seasonal, it is all year around.
You are never too old to be loved
He was getting on a bit in years, his eyesight was very dodgy, and his hip was definitely causing him jip. His teeth were just about okay; he still enjoyed his meat slightly chewy, instead of that pap that they gave the real oldies in this residence. And if truth be told, despite his advanced years there was still a little fizz left when it came to the ladies. In fact there was a rather saucy looking old gal in the residence four down from him, who despite the silver threads through her glorious mane of hair, still had a twinkle in her eye.
Making his mind up to make more of her acquaintance later when they were all out in the garden enjoying their daily exercise, he closed his eyes to have a quick nap before lunch. He dreamed of a luscious garden full of the scent of flowers, as well as the laughter of children as he chased them around the apple trees. Two hours later he woke with a feeling of sadness, knowing that he would never see those children again. They were grown now and had no thought of him as he sat alone in this place.
There were visitors, who came from time to time, but this was a residence for the elderly and whilst they were well taken care of with amusements laid on and so called enrichment programmes, they all felt the loss of being part of a family. They would talk about it amongst themselves when they were resting in the shade of the garden; out of breath from their recent exertions. They had to accept that they were not going to see the outside of this place again and had better make the best of it.
One day they woke up to see the garden covered in snow and some of the more elderly residents declined the invitation to go out for their usual daily exercise; choosing instead to huddle under the blankets and watch through the windows of their rooms. He, however, was made of sterner stuff. He remembered the fun he had enjoyed with the children; lying in the snow whilst they covered him from top to tail until only his head could be seen. He was not sure if he lay down in the soft snow now, that he would be able to get up again with his dodgy hip.
Tired from his time in the winter wonderland, he returned to his room and settled down in the old chair in front of the window. For some reason he felt incredibly sad; for once his normally sunny disposition was overshadowed by grief.
The next day the staff could be seen rushing around putting up shining decorations and the residents perked up knowing turkey and all the trimmings were imminent. You have to give credit to the woman who ran the place; she was a kind soul who was committed to giving her elderly charges the comfort and care they deserved. They all enjoyed her frequent visits to their rooms for a chat and a hug or two.
Somehow this year he found it difficult to get excited, despite loving the taste of turkey, ham and those little sausages wrapped in bacon. But his dreams each night of children’s laughter lingered throughout the day, and he felt incredibly sad.
The day before Christmas, he woke to hear people talking outside in the corridor. Not unusual certainly, but he kept hearing his name mentioned and there was something familiar about one of the voices… He moved closer to the door and tried to understand what was being said about him. He heard the click of the latch and hurriedly moved back into the room; watching as the woman who ran the place entered with a tall young man.
“Hello Jack is that really you.” He stared at the stranger who seemed to know his name. He edged forward to get a better look and a hand reached out towards him.
“We’ve been searching for you since Mrs Jones died and we didn’t know where you had gone, I can’t tell you how happy we are to have found you.”
We, what’s this we bit?
Suddenly two very young children pushed themselves into the room and rushed towards him, throwing their arms around his neck. After a moment’s fear he surrendered to the wonderful emotions that surged through him as he heard their laughter; feeling their small arms choking the life out of him.
He looked up through rather bleary eyes as the young man knelt down and stroked the fur around his neck, a familiar smell immediately unlocked the memories he had tried to suppress during his waking hours. Memories of this man as a teenager living next door to his mistress, coming over when he was a puppy and playing with him, rolling around in the snow and teaching him how to make snow angels.
“You’re coming home with us Jack, would you like that boy, would you like that?”
To say that he was out that door like a whippet up a drainpipe, despite his dodgy hip, was an understatement. He was helped into a large box that hummed, sitting between the two small children strapped into special seats. They both reached out to touch him, reassurance that it was going to be safe as they set off at an alarming rate.
So here he was on Christmas Day having eaten a meal of turkey, basmati rice and vegetables with special gravy, no salt his new mistress said in her soft caressing voice. He was resting on his soft comfy bed in the same room as his two young friends, Billy and Grace. He lay there in the warmth listening to them breathing gently in their sleep, knowing that he was now their guardian. He was filled with new purpose and strength; even his dodgy hip didn’t hurt as much.
More than anything he felt young again and loved… You are never too old to feel loved.
©Sally Cronin 2017
My latest book is a poetry and short story collection – Variety is the Spice of Life.
One of the reviews for the book
I’m a fan of Cronin’s syllabic poetry, flash fiction, and short stories, and this latest collection is an excellent example of why. The first half of the book is filled with 38 beautiful poems in a variety of structured forms. Many of the poems are poignant reflections on love and loss, the wonder of life, and the beauty of nature found in her garden. Each includes a complementary image. One of my favorites:
Rejection (form: a butterfly cinquain)
silence
magnifies time
and distance between us
and your rejection leaves my heart
hollow.
the promises we made that day
are scattered in the wind
and dreams have turned
to dust.
The second half of the book is comprised of 8 short stories, most of them heartwarming tales of human kindness, forgiveness, and redemption. (With a tale of magical murder thrown in). Three of my favorites were Miss Lloyd’s Robin, The Green Hill, and The Home Help. I highly recommend this afternoon’s read to fans of syllabic poetry and short stories.
Read the reviews and buy the collection: Amazon UK – And: Amazon US
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Thanks for dropping in today and I hope you enjoyed the story.. Sally.
Hi Sally, What an enchanting short story! I do like happy endings…We too had a quiet Christmas – as we like it – and our Spanish daughter-in-law made us a delicious tapas lunch as we can’t manage huge meals any more…Here’s to a healthy, happy 2023! Love and light. Joy and Eric xx
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Wonderful Joy and sound delicious.. Here’s to an amazing 2023.. love to you both ♥
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A heart warming tale… Beautifully woven words with a message to us all that we do indeed need love… To be loved and to give love… And tissues.🤗.. Merry Christmas, xxx🎅🎅🎅
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Thanks very much Carol and delighted you enjoyed ♥♥
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Such a sweet story, Sally. Hope you’re enjoying this holiday season. xx
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Thanks very much Carol.. and we have had a quiet but lovely Christmas, good food, movies and laughter.. ♥
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Loved this beautiful and heartfelt story Sal. And love your endearing twist at the end. ❤ xx
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Thanks very much Debby… ♥♥
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Reblogged this on Kim's Musings.
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Thanks for sharing Kim.. enjoy the week xx
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I remember this story, Sally. It is delightful 💓
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Thanks very much Robbie ♥
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What a lovely story and I was caught off guard as well with the ending. Of course, I love anything with a dog in it! I hope you enjoyed a nice relaxing Boxing Day. I spent it reading a wonderful book called Variety is the Spice of Life. You may know the author. Review coming up soon. BTW, my favourite cover yet. Well done!
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Thanks very much Darlene and so pleased you enjoyed… and I have passed on your comment about the cover to the designer sitting at his desk next to me.. Happy Bank Holiday ♥
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I enjoyed the story, Sally. Happy Boxing Day.
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Thanks very much John.. and you too hugsx
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I remember this beloved story, yet I’d forgotten my tissues…❤️
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Sorry about that Jennie… ♥
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I enjoyed your heartwarming story. (I wasn’t expecting the twist at the end!)
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Thanks Liz… and glad you didn’t see it coming..enjoy the rest of the holidays ♥
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You’re welcome, Sally. 🙂
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Such a lovely and seasonal story… Thanks for sharing it, Sally, and I hope you’re enjoying Christmas.
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Thanks very much Olga.. quiet but to be honest it is how we like it…. nearly all the treats are gone and not too much harm done. ♥
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Gorgeous, Sally
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Thanks very much Toni.. ♥
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Aww. Loved the twist.
It all makes sense.
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Thanks very much Sue.. hope you had a lovely Christmas ♥
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A very quiet Christmas Sally.
Just my daughter.
But hey, tomorrow we have Christmas number 2 with my son and daughter too (and of course Alexander!)
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Wonderful and I know that will be very special ♥
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Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog and commented:
Another touching tale from Sally 🤗
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Thanks very much for sharing Chris and hope you had a lovely Christmas Day ♥♥
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Lovely and quiet, Sally, with minimal cooking for my wife – most of which was done the day before, plus, we did nibbles, not the usual turkey, etc – so we were BOTH able to enjoy a relaxing day 🤗❤️❤️🤗
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Sounds great.. we had slow cooked lamb but I don’t drink much these days but Gordon’s make a zero alcohol version and to be honest I couldn’t tell the difference except for no hangover… ♥♥
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Perfect 🤗❤️❤️🤗
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I loved that ending, Sally.
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Thanks Carla hugsxx
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