Christmas Drabble series
I know, Christmas has come and gone. I'm late. Real life sucks. I have written to the end now though, so will post one every night until it's finished.
Title: Ghost Writer Part 7
Author: Aussie
Rated: T
Laura stood outside the house, loath to ring the doorbell and announce her arrival. There was still time for her to slip away, back to her own apartment.
Did she really want to spend Christmas with the Adamas, or was she just lonely? That was the question she'd been asking herself for days. It felt like she was constantly allowing Bill to rescue her.
The door swung open to reveal the man of her musings.
"I need you to rescue me.” As greetings went, it was both unconventional and eerie. She'd thought for a long time Bill could read her mind, but this was downright ridiculous.
Before she could respond, he’d reached out and taken her purse from her shoulder, slinging it over his own without any apparent concern for perceived masculinity. "This year's great debate is what's best: Christmas books or Christmas films.” He led her toward the rear of the house. “I know you’ll agree with me that it’s books, and you're much better at arguing than I am."
Her thunderous look at his last comment was only met with his chuckle. She realized later, however, it had been enough to distract her from any further self-indulgent reflection.
Soon, with the help of food and drink and laughter, the day slipped away into early evening. The guests drifted off until it was only Bill, Laura, and Lee, left lingering in the house’s dining room, along with a table full of dirty plates, used wine glasses, and unopened gifts.
“Yours first,” Laura asserted, passing Bill the envelope in which she’d placed his gift.
He flipped it over quizzically. “A gift voucher?” he supposed.
She held her breath as he opened the envelope and scanned its contents. After a short moment, understanding dawned on his features.
“About time,” he murmured.
Title: Ghost Writer Part 7
Author: Aussie
Rated: T
Laura stood outside the house, loath to ring the doorbell and announce her arrival. There was still time for her to slip away, back to her own apartment.
Did she really want to spend Christmas with the Adamas, or was she just lonely? That was the question she'd been asking herself for days. It felt like she was constantly allowing Bill to rescue her.
The door swung open to reveal the man of her musings.
"I need you to rescue me.” As greetings went, it was both unconventional and eerie. She'd thought for a long time Bill could read her mind, but this was downright ridiculous.
Before she could respond, he’d reached out and taken her purse from her shoulder, slinging it over his own without any apparent concern for perceived masculinity. "This year's great debate is what's best: Christmas books or Christmas films.” He led her toward the rear of the house. “I know you’ll agree with me that it’s books, and you're much better at arguing than I am."
Her thunderous look at his last comment was only met with his chuckle. She realized later, however, it had been enough to distract her from any further self-indulgent reflection.
Soon, with the help of food and drink and laughter, the day slipped away into early evening. The guests drifted off until it was only Bill, Laura, and Lee, left lingering in the house’s dining room, along with a table full of dirty plates, used wine glasses, and unopened gifts.
“Yours first,” Laura asserted, passing Bill the envelope in which she’d placed his gift.
He flipped it over quizzically. “A gift voucher?” he supposed.
She held her breath as he opened the envelope and scanned its contents. After a short moment, understanding dawned on his features.
“About time,” he murmured.