We have three seasonal stories in the archives:
The Third Christmas, by Alex Hogan
Art and Pat used to be lovers. Three years ago. It’s all over. So why is Art standing outside Pat’s door wearing a silly hat carrying a present?
Quandary, by Lichen Craig
As I turn the key to stop the engine, I see Ryf sitting on the railing of the porch, waiting. I sit still for a few moments, not believing. Once I open the car door I feel every cell of my skin pull me toward him, the way one magnet strives to connect with another. As I hop up the steps he stands and offers a soft smile, holding up his phone. I stand before him with my arms at my sides, taking him in with my eyes. He is beautiful. His hair is longer, falling into his eyes – the blue streak is still there. He shivers slightly in his long black wool overcoat and breathes out a sigh that makes a trail of steam in the cold air.
Christmas Eve, by Brian Holliday
Well, I suppose it’s not that I actually hate Christmas, not really. It’s more like I wish it would just go away. I mean, Christmas is such a pushy holiday.