Tag: advent stories
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#19 – Between Friends
‘Hey you.’ ‘Hello. How are you?’ JJ and Rocks exchange a fond hug, ‘hey stranger.’ She greets Sebastian, Rocks’ husband, ever so fondly. ‘Don’t make me feel too guilty. It’s good to see you.’ Sebastian and JJ exchange a kiss on each cheek, they’d been friends for as long as she and Rocks reconnected in…
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#8- Daddy’s Girl
‘You need to refute the story I have just been told.’ Martin says through clenched teeth over the phone to JJ. There was a time JJ would have cowered at that tone of voice from her father, literally hide behind Fenmore shaking. But something about being far away from home and an apprentice in a…
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#5 Mother Dearest
‘Have you spoken to your sister?’ Gyll asks Fen her oldest and least obstinate daughter; they are at Sotheby’s to pick up the art work she bought at auction. ‘Yes mother, I have and she is doing well and looking forward to Christmas.’ ‘She’s not taking any of my calls.’ ‘That’s nothing new.’ Fen shrugs.…
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#4- Mother. Father. Daughter.
‘Careful. Please be gentle.’ JJ watches her trusted workmen delicately carry the flower wall out of the studio to be delivered to their final destination, a blushing bride in Maine. Downstairs the store is a hive of activity for the holidays, last minute orders in person since they closed the online order portal a week…
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#3 – ANGELS
‘Whose turn is it for the angel this year?’ Rocco asks both girls. They have just finished putting up the last of the Christmas trees and as usual he’d gone overboard, all three trees stand at 10 feet one feet up from last year. One in the foyer, one in the living room, and the…
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#1- Flower Girl
‘Okay my dears, now put a little bow on the string of your bouquets, if you need help with the bows raise your hand and I will come show you how to do the bunny ears but remember it does not have to be perfect okay.’ ‘Yes Miss JJ.’ Twenty-five little voices say in unison.…
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ADVENT STORIES #24 |
River looks up at the house sitting in his car… this time without trepidation. For a long time after Bree and Raymond happened, he was paralysed with fear at the thought of walking through the door ad reliving that all over again, but not this time. And not lately… Ava Sinclair. He lowers the volume…
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ADVENT STORIES 23 | AFTERMATH OF A KISS
Ava cracks open her eyes slowly to stave off the effects of the harsh winter morning sun, Oliver is snuggles against her; he came into her bed last night, the rain must have woken him up. She inhales his childlike scent, it brings her comfort. Is this it now? Is this her lot in life…
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ADVENT STORIES #22 | A D**K SWING
‘Mummy!’ Oliver opens the door and jumps into his mother’s arms, hugging her as big as his little arms would allow. Ava buries him in kisses, it felt like forever and not two nights away. ‘I missed you my sweet darling.’ ‘I missed you too.’ ‘Ready to go home?’ ‘Daddy made pancakes for you. Aren’t…