Merry Christmas

Upon returning home to the little blue house, she felt a strange feeling of excitement, nostalgia, and maybe even a little innocence.

Her Cadillac looked grossly out of place among the beat up pickup trucks and old sedans of her relatives. Perhaps she would just sell it as it served only as a reminder of her failure.

She took her time getting out of the car. In her defense, she HAD made a point of dressing down for this occasion, having abandoned the riches of her past life with her CEO husband, their elegant penthouses and designer brand clothing. No, today she wore blue jeans and a chocolate brown blouse.

As she walked up the gravel to that little blue house the familiar scents of her childhood wafted through towards her- the clear country air, pumpkins, and a hint of cinnamon.

Pausing on the front porch, she took a few moments to pull herself together. It had been only two weeks since the divorce and to that point she still questioned her motives for returning home. It seemed strange to simply walk in the door, having been an alien from this home for so long but it also was wrong to ring the doorbell. No, she was not a stranger to her family although some days it felt like it.

She took a deep breath and pushed open the door. Across the room her mother at the head of the table was just setting the table and had eight plates in her hand.

"Mom, I'm home."

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What do you think of this? I might try some more of these mini story sketches seeing as how my attention span is never log enough to complete a novel, hehe.

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