Short Fiction

Hope in the Desert

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He moved to Needles, searching his soul, pining for his lost woman, she had left him right before Christmas eve.

Needless to say, his heart was broken, and he pondered the true meaning of life.

There was a sound in the distance, gaining volume as the sound of huffing and bells rang near.

Looking to the sky, noticing golden blades, shining brightly and hooves of tiny antlered animals, he was amazed.

Then the sounds of “Ho, ho, ho.” rang in his ears.

Gazing at the cactus and watching in amazement as the sleigh swooped down to land, he was once again revived to memories of his childhood, when life felt innocent and hope sprang in the daylight, and at this thought the smell of the pine trees overcame his senses and he was once again renewed to the meaning of hope.

This is in response to the Six Sentence Story prompt: Pine. Won’t you join in?