It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas

"Working tonight?"

"…yeah."

"Hell of a night to have to go in. Christmas Eve and all. But I guess you know that, right?"

"…sure."

"I'm on the way home. My wife's cooking ham. It's my favorite, especially the way she does it. Country fried, the southern way. Salty. Melts in your mouth. She takes—"

"Listen, I don't wanna be rude here, but I'm sort of trying to get into my game night headspace here, okay? Nice to meet you and all. Just have to concentrate."

"Sure, hey, I understand. No problem. Have a good one."

"…thanks."

"Merry Christmas."

"…you too."

SF Drabble #454 "The Quilt"

There's a square by Grandma who was a go-go dancer in the 1990's and who retired to Boca but would always drive up to Canaveral to see the launches. There's a square for her sister, Great Aunt June, who lived with Grandma for a month one summer while waiting to join her husband who had just died.

There's a square for Aunt Meanie we aren't allowed to ask about. There's a square for Mom that she made while they were waiting to be frozen for the trip. There's a square for all the family's Earthborn women.

Now it's my turn.