This bit of fiction is part of I Saw Lightning Fall‘s (blog) Advent Ghosts 2012 shared storytelling event. 100 eerily inspired words. Here’s my entry. I hope you enjoy it. As always, comments are welcome. Feed my ego please!
Wait of the World
“I used to hope for peace on Earth, now my only prayer is that nobody I love gets murdered.”
“There is good in this world,” Grandpa replies, his face illuminated by the white light of my family’s Christmas tree. It’s easy for him to say. He’s been dead for fifteen years, the concerns of the living no longer his.
“How can I raise them in times like these?”
“Teach them peace,” he says. “Teach them love. Teach them that it’s okay to care.”
A tear traces my cheek. He’s gone before I have the chance to tell him Merry Christmas.