DECEMBER 24th

another Christmas, all alone…

last year was no different, neither was the year before that, or before that, or…. And so on..

you sit in the living room for another hour as if waiting for something, anything to happen, but of course nothing does.

nobody calls, nobody texts, nothing.

you give up, ready to go to bed, and make your way down the hall.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

someone’s at your door.. at this hour? On Christmas Eve?

you open it to see your neighbor. You’ve never properly met him, just made awkward eye contact with him a few times. You recognize him easily by his curly red hair.

Kyle: “hi.. um…” he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck “are you doing anything tonight?”