The Littlest Angel, a romantic comedy short story, by Vicki Batman, published in the Season of Promises holiday anthology
Two
people. One prized ornament for the tree. Can a twosome get past their differences
and discover the true meaning of Christmas?
Architect
Smith
Hancock’s grandmother has a little angel which is missing. Locating
another would make her holiday the best ever. Only a feisty girl is
claiming it for herself.
Excerpt:
When
I was a small child, my family’s next-door neighbor gave my mother an
angel fashioned from a craft
kit. The body was formed from a Styrofoam egg-shape. The hands and feet
were smaller versions, cut in half. Her head was round. The limbs were
attached to the body with furry, fleshy pink pipe cleaners. A round red
sequin made her mouth. An even tinier one
was pinned on for her nose. And silver lashes were glued in place for
her eyes. White pincurls covered her head and silver wings were attached
to her back.
For many, many years, I coveted this angel. When my mom switched
to another tree-topper, I’d begged for the first, but she’d said no. I
was disappointed, but thought, perhaps Mom’s sentiments, a letting go of
her friend who’d passed two years prior,
made her reluctant to give me the doll. I got that.
However, one day, I discovered she had given it to my sister
instead of me. Saddened, my heart cracked in two, and when I asked Mom
why, she said she’d forgotten I wanted the ornament and apologized.
I knew the angel didn’t mean as much to my sibling as she did to me. For a while, I resented my mother and my sister.
Such is life. And thus began my quest.
I’d always hoped I’d find a replacement and searched the dusty
aisles of the automobile building where the market was held the first
weekend of every month. I dug through many a ripped carton or dirty bag
and never saw anything close...until today.
Discreetly, I moved off to the side and watched the woman to see what she would do, all the while thinking
please put her back and walk away. Please. She fiddled with the wing and fingered her limbs. From the happy expression on her face, she seemed more than interested.
I clasped my hands to my heart and repeated you don’t really want it,
hoping my mental vibes would reach the customer and she’d return the ornament to the box.
To my amazement and delight, she did put the doll back, toed
the box under the table, and strolled to the next booth. With utter
happiness tap-dancing inside me, I lengthened my spine and continued to
play the
patience game a shopper adopted for this kind of venue—show your poker
face unless you were willing to pay full price.
But my heart ruled over my logic. As soon as she cleared out, I
stepped faster. No way would anyone else in the entire universe be
buying my angel.
Not this time.
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Bio:
Award-winning and Amazon best-selling author, Vicki Batman, has sold
many romantic comedy works to the True magazines, several publishers,
and most recently, two romantic comedy mysteries to The Wild Rose Press.
She is a member of Romance Writers of America,
Sisters in Crime, and several writing groups. An avid Jazzerciser.
Handbag lover. Mahjong player. Yoga practitioner. Movie fan. Book
devourer. Chocoaholic. Best Mom ever. And adores Handsome Hubby. Most
days begin with her hands set to the keyboard and thinking
"What if??"
Vicki, your story sounds like a great Christmas read! Thanks so much for being my guest!
ReplyDeleteHi, Penny! And thank you. The first part of the story is true. I do have TWO littlest angels. I found the one like in the story and after my mom passed, finally got hers. Hugs!
ReplyDeleteSounds like a cute story! I love angel ornaments! I used to buy one each year for my daughter -- until it became obvious that sea creatures were her thing. Now I buy whales and penguins!
ReplyDeleteHi, Darlene! That's so funny. I have made a little angel from a kit I found at Michaels. She's pretty cute too. Hugs!
ReplyDeleteThe lady across the street when I was growing up was always doing some craft. One year she crocheted snowflakes and hung them from a web of fishing line in her living room. You could tug on one and they all bounced. Then she crocheted bells and angels. I still have a lot of each and I treasure them dearly.
ReplyDeleteI love Christmas stories, and I'm looking forward to reading this one!
ReplyDeleteHi, Pam! What a nice gift and a memory to cherish. Happy holidays, my friend.
ReplyDeleteHi, Angela! I like them too. They're fun to write as well. Hugs!
It sounds like a wonderful story. I can only imagine how much I'd set my heart on a special ornament. I wish you all the best!
ReplyDeleteHi, Melissa! And mom gave me the gift before she passed. She knew I loved it.
DeleteI love Christmas stories, and ornaments. Two years ago, I decided to to downsize to a smaller tree and give some ornaments to my daughters. Every ornament held a sentimental meaning and only a few made the cut. Now I have a small, overly decorated tree. But, hey, it makes me happy. 😊
ReplyDeleteHi, Mia! Being happy is what is important. We went through a big Christmas box and several other containers of my mom's. We found things we didn't remember her having. A nice day for us.
DeleteI love Christmas and this one sounds like one I really want to read. I loved the description of how the angel was made.
ReplyDeleteHi, Beverley! She really is cute. I have a picture on my FB page profile: https://www.facebook.com/Vicki-Batman-sassy-writer-of-sexy-and-funny-fiction-133506590074451/
DeleteI can't wait to read. I'm waiting for the perfect cold day because a Vicki Batman book always warms your heart and makes you smile.
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