First Christmas

A light snow fell on the river. The lights around the tree in the yard were blinking red and green. It was her first Christmas on the island. For the first time in years Paula was in a festive mood and was looking forward to the party in the banquet room at Social Club.

“Let It Snow,” was playing as Paula walked into to the hall. She sat at a round table next to Wilma Jenkins. Wilma used to run the ferry with her late husband, Harlan. Peter Hampton, the President of the island council and carpenter, came in and sat next to Paula.

Paula danced with Peter most of the evening. She didn’t remember the last time she had so much fun. Paula’s emotions took over, or maybe in was the holiday season and she passionately kissed him. What did I do? She apologized before she hurried out.

Paula wasn’t ready, nor wanted to feel this way. Not after what Dan put her though during their five-year marriage. Not exactly an open book, but after the divorce Paula became more guarded. She wasn’t about to jump in bed, let alone start a relationship.

Feeling guilty about rushing out on Peter the way she did and wanting to explain, ready or not she did have feelings for Peter. Tomorrow Paula would invite him over for lunch hoping he’d be understanding.

Published by authorjturley

R James started writing bad poetry in his mid-30's. While taking a couple writing courses he wrote short stories with interesting characters. R James has been published in, Creepies 2: Things that go Bump in the Closet, Deviant Shadows: Tales of the Parabnormal, among others. R James got sick of the northern winters, and writes from the sunshine state, where the sun sets into the Gulf of Mexico.

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