We are sitting around the kitchen table. Ma presses chocolates from a mould. My sister and I carefully wrap them. Pappa places them pretty boxes tied with ribbon.
We are at the Christmas market where Ma is selling her chocolates. I wander over to Father Christmas. From his sack, he produces a chocolate star and hands it to me. “It’s not as nice as Ma’s,” I say. “I know!” he whispers in my ear.
We are standing beside a gravestone in the snow. We place chocolate hearts upon it. “Enjoy them Ma” my sister and I say. “Sweet dreams, my love,” says Pappa as he turns and leads us away.
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Dear Keith,
A very sweet story, indeed.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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That’s kind of you, thanks Rochelle.
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Sweet, but sad.
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Thanks Violet
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So touching.
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Thanks so much Elizabeth
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Sweet and sad, but that’s life. Nicely observed Keith.
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Thanks Iain
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So sad and so sweet. Nicely done, Keith.
Susan A Eames at
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Thanks so much Susan
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Aw, no! That’s too sad—Ma shouldn’t have had to die just yet!
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I know! Sadly she did though.
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Awww… that gave me the warm and fuzzies.
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Nothing nicer! Cheers Dale.
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sad but very touching. well done
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Hi Keith. I tagged you to finish the story if you’re interested.
https://fivedotoh.com/2019/02/27/finish-the-story-the-day-the-lights-came-part-2/
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I am indeed and it’s already a work in progress! Thanks for inviting me.
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I just love this, Keith.
Seems we are both big soppy weans here!
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Yes, and why not? A bit of soppinees now and again does you good!
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Awww! Lovely memories of comfort.
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Thanks Mimi
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I would say it would make a great festive story but fear an elf would die of a heart attack due to sorrow. 🙂
You captured the essence of family and loss. Christmas isn’t a good time for many.
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Aww, now that would be sad! Thanks Tannille.
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Very touching story. Family is paying their respect to Ma, who would make wonderful chocolates when alive. Father admitting his chocolates not as good, is also touching.
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Thanks for your kind words Abhijit
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I like the way you jump forward in time in each paragraph. Sad and sweet.
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I’m pleased it worked! Thank you.
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Sad but he tried, good stuff as ever.
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Very kind of you, thank you.
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Very poignant. Well done.
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Thanks so much Sandra.
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A lovely sad story, Keith, which matches my mood this week after losing a friend.
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I’m so sorry Liz. Thanks so much for reading my story and commenting.
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Was she eating too much of the merchandise? That’s probably what will do me in.
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Now that’s a thought! Cheers Alice.
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Suddenly Im in the mood for chocolate. Wait, who am I kidding? When am I not?
My hat goes off to any mother who can keep her kids from devouring all the chocolates before they go to market! Nice touch, that Santa admits, hers are better than his!
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The chocolate is on me! Thanks so much
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there’s a tinge of sadness in this story that touches the heart. beautifully written.
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Thanks so much Plaridel
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Aww, that’s so sad, Keith! Nice that the family all had such sweet memories of Ma, but it won’t be her chocolates they miss most…
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Indeed. Thanks Penny
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Bummer, but oh the memories.
Both of my parents loved to make candy. Mom would make coconut bon-bons (dipped in chocolate) every Christmas season. I sure miss them.
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I bet you do. I love the sound of coconut bon-bons! Thanks Russell
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Oh, how sad a write this is. You should issue a tissue alert with this one. 🙂
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Haha! I’ll bear that in mund for next time!
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hehe! 🙂
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Touching story.
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Thanks Shirley
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A sweet story, nicely done.
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Thankyou so much.
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Oh this is so lovely. What a terrific short piece. Sweethearts indeed.
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Thank yopu so much Laurie
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It’s sad but very sweet. Slices of life combined in one piece. Very well-crafted.
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I’m pleased you enjoyed it. thank you Lisa
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If a story has to be so sad, at least let it be such a very nice kind of sad
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That’s what I thought!
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Such a lovely tale, sweet but so sad. Sniff….
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Thanks so much for dropping by
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A touching story, very well done.
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Thank you so much.
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To be remembered by such a lovely custom is heart-warming. You capture the affection of this close knit family movingly
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That’s very kind of you Margaret, thank you.
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Sweet story.
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Thanks so much Dawn
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This tastes like 70% dark chocolate. Bitter, with just a hint of sweetness. My heart goes out to them.
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I feelk that perfectly sums up what I hoped to acheive. Thanks Fatima.
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