AFTER ALMOST HOME
Christmas morning, 1966 Boston. The day after the
horrendous snowstorm that hit the northeast with unrelenting force. It had left
Nick with a hard decision to make about using his psi powers if he wanted to
get back to Krista for Christmas Eve.
Now home, Nick stood by the window in their flat looking
out at the deep snow drifts covering everything. Lost in thought he wondered how
his world would change in the coming new year, possibly in ways he did not want…
“So, what should we do for New Year’s Eve?” Krista, nestled
under the covers, interrupted his reverie. She rolled over and leaned her head
on her hand as she watched him.
He stared at the love of his life and smiled. Sauntering
toward the bed, he sat down beside her. “What do ya have in mind, baby?”
“Hmm, let’s see—after digging our way out of here, with
no electric
and only candles for light,” she reached across the bed and grabbed
his arm, “I don’t know, thought we might just stay in bed ‘til after the first.”
She giggled. “How’s that sound?”
“I was thinkin’ the same thing.” He scooted close to her and
traced a finger across her face.
“Nick?” She questioned. “Are you okay? You seem
preoccupied.”
He inhaled and tossed his head back. “Just tired I guess.”
“Nick?” She scrunched her eyebrows.
“Come here, baby. Let me hold you close…”
She smiled at that, and snuggled her body against his. “The
new song you sang to me last night…”
“For you,” he added. “And I meant every word. You got that?”
Nick was good at skirting issues and shielding her from truths.
He didn’t want to fill her with trepidation over what the hell he’d had to do
to get home to her…
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