One Day in December

by Josie Silver

I’ve been shopping for the last few hours and I’m at that point where I want to bludgeon Rudolph, bump off Mariah Carey, and strangle the next person who pushes me with the nearest string of tinsel.

think she probably took one look at me and concluded that, left to my own devices, I’d wrap it in tinfoil or something. I wouldn’t, but she’s not that far off and I’m bloody glad I haven’t got to wrangle with the tape myself.

compliment Lucille on her beautiful home, and then start to worry because that’s my small talk quota used up.

told him that there comes a point where you have to make the choice to be happy, because being sad for too long is exhausting. And that one day, you’ll look back, and you’ll not be able to remember exactly what it was you loved about that person.”

That’s the thing about flowers, isn’t it? They’re lush and extravagant and demand your attention, and you think they’re the most exquisite thing, but then in the shortest time they’re not very lovely at all. They wilt and they turn the water brown, and soon you can’t hold on to them any longer.

You tread lightly through life, but you leave deep footprints that are hard for other people to fill.”

strange, but you never stop caring about someone, even if you don’t want to be with them anymore. I think I’ll always love him a little.