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Title: Christmas Eve
Character: Mr. Smith
Word Count: 202
Prompt: Hearing the crunch of snow and ice under your feet
Finished: 22.12.2021
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He could hear the crunch of snow and ice under his feet while he wandered through the dark woods. Christmas Eve. Erin had organized a party in the cafeteria, as every year, and there would be warmth, and laughter, a good meal, and some whiskey. But he preferred to be alone tonight. Even after all the years with no memories of his past at all, he still couldn't endure it.
It was always hard to hear others talking about long-gone times. A happy childhood with parents and siblings, anecdotes from school, the first kiss, the first trip in dad's car. Probably not all of it was true; the time had made bad memories fade away, displaced them by wishful thinking. But at least they had something they could talk about.
All that had been left to him was never-ending emptiness. „You need to leave your past behind,“ God had told him in that night when everything had started. „The future is what counts, and you are the guardian of it.“
It had felt like a dream, but when he did wake up, the darkness had replaced every memory. And he had heard people singing nearby and realized that it was Christmas Eve.
Character: Mr. Smith
Word Count: 202
Prompt: Hearing the crunch of snow and ice under your feet
Finished: 22.12.2021
:::
He could hear the crunch of snow and ice under his feet while he wandered through the dark woods. Christmas Eve. Erin had organized a party in the cafeteria, as every year, and there would be warmth, and laughter, a good meal, and some whiskey. But he preferred to be alone tonight. Even after all the years with no memories of his past at all, he still couldn't endure it.
It was always hard to hear others talking about long-gone times. A happy childhood with parents and siblings, anecdotes from school, the first kiss, the first trip in dad's car. Probably not all of it was true; the time had made bad memories fade away, displaced them by wishful thinking. But at least they had something they could talk about.
All that had been left to him was never-ending emptiness. „You need to leave your past behind,“ God had told him in that night when everything had started. „The future is what counts, and you are the guardian of it.“
It had felt like a dream, but when he did wake up, the darkness had replaced every memory. And he had heard people singing nearby and realized that it was Christmas Eve.