The Spirits of the Season
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charisstomaTitle: The Spirits of Season
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 390
Swearing could be heard all the way to the kitchen and Jon raised his eyes to the ceiling knowing what had to be happening. Nathan had unearthed the holiday lights from last Christmas.
Halloween was next month and Jon had made the mistake of showing Nathan the link that used plastic gallon milk containers. The colored water inside the jugs was supposed to be lit by small bulbs set within the crease formed into the jug’s bottom. They’d even laughed at how even gallon jugs had cracks for sticking things into.
Swiftly scooping up the ingredients that were going to be dinner and putting them away, Jon grabbed keys and Nathan to go to Home Depot.
“I would have gotten them untangled,” Nathan was complaining. “You could have helped too.”
“It wasn’t worth it,” Jon kept his eyes on the road refusing to look over at a pouting 30+ year old for fear of his grin resulting in him sleeping on the sofa. A pouting Nathan was cute. “I wanted to pick up a few chrysanthemums to pot up for decorations. They’ve advertised that the Fall color selections are in.”
“I could see you trying not to smile,” Nathan called after him already in a better humor when they split up to get their different items. His, “Meet you in the Gardening Center,” had Jon nodding, his grin hidden by his retreating back.
The flats of flowers in orange, gold and red were cheery in the cart and still no Nathan, had Jon searching out where his wandering husband might be. Nathan was where he should be, just not still. How long did it take someone to choose a string of mini-holiday lights after all. Then Nathan took in Jon’s stance.
Jon stood in front of the ‘way too early for Christmas holiday’ lights display, a hand over his face, his other arm wrapped around his chest supportively, and his shoulders shaking. “What’s wrong?” he asked worried.
Nathan lowered his hand to show a mirth filled face and pointed at the package of lights.
Grabbing up his husband, Jon said, “they’ve got glow sticks over in the Hunting and Fishing Dept. They’ll do just as well, cost less, and they won’t need to be untangled since they’re meant to be thrown out anyway. Come on.” And he dragged Nathan away.
The Prompt:
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 390
Swearing could be heard all the way to the kitchen and Jon raised his eyes to the ceiling knowing what had to be happening. Nathan had unearthed the holiday lights from last Christmas.
Halloween was next month and Jon had made the mistake of showing Nathan the link that used plastic gallon milk containers. The colored water inside the jugs was supposed to be lit by small bulbs set within the crease formed into the jug’s bottom. They’d even laughed at how even gallon jugs had cracks for sticking things into.
Swiftly scooping up the ingredients that were going to be dinner and putting them away, Jon grabbed keys and Nathan to go to Home Depot.
“I would have gotten them untangled,” Nathan was complaining. “You could have helped too.”
“It wasn’t worth it,” Jon kept his eyes on the road refusing to look over at a pouting 30+ year old for fear of his grin resulting in him sleeping on the sofa. A pouting Nathan was cute. “I wanted to pick up a few chrysanthemums to pot up for decorations. They’ve advertised that the Fall color selections are in.”
“I could see you trying not to smile,” Nathan called after him already in a better humor when they split up to get their different items. His, “Meet you in the Gardening Center,” had Jon nodding, his grin hidden by his retreating back.
The flats of flowers in orange, gold and red were cheery in the cart and still no Nathan, had Jon searching out where his wandering husband might be. Nathan was where he should be, just not still. How long did it take someone to choose a string of mini-holiday lights after all. Then Nathan took in Jon’s stance.
Jon stood in front of the ‘way too early for Christmas holiday’ lights display, a hand over his face, his other arm wrapped around his chest supportively, and his shoulders shaking. “What’s wrong?” he asked worried.
Nathan lowered his hand to show a mirth filled face and pointed at the package of lights.
Grabbing up his husband, Jon said, “they’ve got glow sticks over in the Hunting and Fishing Dept. They’ll do just as well, cost less, and they won’t need to be untangled since they’re meant to be thrown out anyway. Come on.” And he dragged Nathan away.
The Prompt:
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Date: 2015-09-25 01:46 am (UTC)I think the glow sticks would be safer. No electricity and well sealed. Plus no glass involved. I'd rather not even imagine that ER visit.
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Date: 2015-09-25 03:00 am (UTC)Someone might have done it on purpose, someone who has untangled strings of holiday lights in the past and spoken 'interesting' words while doing so. There are some people who just throw the lights out and buy new, rather than deal with the mess the next year.
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Date: 2015-09-25 02:17 pm (UTC)But then I don't put up a normal tree most years because the taking down takes as much time and care as the putting up and is never as much fun. Not the way I want to spend my birthday.
I read a story recently, set at Christmas, where blinking lights drove the POV crazy. I agree. The only kind I like are the programmable ones.