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Category: ADVENT CALENDAR
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Advent Story- Bonus Chapter
Ife slept in, absolutely wrecked with exhaustion. She and Hendrix stayed in the ice cream parlour until the small hours, and they talked about everything, making many apologies and catching up on old times. They returned to the flat at 3am, her family and friends already spread across the other three bedrooms in the house.…
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Advent Story #25 | A Love For All Time
Ife walks into the ice cream parlour, sheโd seen her friends sitting around the table by the window. Sheโs now bathed and changed into another cashmere set, and UGGs warm her feet and wards off the cold; sheโll needs all the comfort she can muster for this conversation. It is after all, twenty-two years and…
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Advent Story #24 | The Children, They Are All Ours
โIโm sorry.โ Ife says to her children. Talking with Tristan wore her out, but it was talk that needed to be had. Talking to their children, however, is harder; they did not deserve what she put them through, any of it. She should not have laid her burdens at their feet in the way she…
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Advent Story #23 | & The Woman In Between
BANG! BANG! BANG! Ife jerks up in bed with a start, disoriented. BANG! BANG! BANG! โWhat the fuck?โ She rolls from one side of the bed to the other, hoping the unwanted caller would simply leave if she doesn’t answer. BANG! BANG! BANG! ‘Fuck.’ She gets out of bed, slips her feet into the UGGs…
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Advent Story #22 | Past, Present…
Hendrix and the children walk out into the arrival hall to be met by the chauffeur in Heathrow. Hendrix had gotten an emergency permission for his private jet to land in Heathrow because the flight was on such short notice. This reunion or what does it mean when you are going to meet the husband…
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Advent Story #21 | THE STORM
The wind howled outside the windows. The square sits empty and looks forlorn at only 7pm when it should be brimming with life; people on their evening passagiata, men, young and old, playing chess, children frolicking by the fountain… all signs of life withdrawn and the wind whistles loudly into the quiet and eery evening.…
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Advent Story #20 | Meet The Kids
โGood afternoon. May we speak to Mr Hendrix please?โ Zachary asks the older lady behind the bar. โHa!โ She laughs shortly. โMr Hendrix. You must be new around here. Iโm Maya, Hendrixโs mother. And you may call him Hendrix.โ She holds out a hand for the lovely young man standing before her. โItโs lovely to…
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Advent Story #19 | The Ultimatum
โIโm leaving you.โ Josephine says to her husband when he walks into the parlour where she has her bags packed and is waiting on him. Nothing new there, she spent most of her life waiting on him. โWhat?โ โYou heard me. I am leaving you Tristian and I am not coming back- โ โJo, I…
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Advent Story #18 | Between Mother and Daughter
Are you keeping it?โ Ife turned to face her mother, the ice in which her heart was encased now black and unyielding. Smash it with a sledgehammer and it wonโt crack. She knows what her mother is asking, hence she wants to be unequivocal in her answer, no talking around it like her mother would…
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