Siobhan Muir takes her second #SwiftFicFriday win!
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It had been a century since I’d celebrated Solstice and I’d never really given anyone a gift. Not in the traditional sense. And tonight’s gifts hadn’t been traditional either. But Rochelle was worth all the effort I’d gone to and she didn’t seem disappointed.
“Are you done?” I sighed the words before I gathered the plates and took them to the kitchen.
“Almost. I want to finish my tea.”
But I shook my head with a smile. “We’ll make more after.” I pulled her to her feet.
“After? After what?”
“After I give you your Solstice gift.”
“I thought dinner and this place was the gift.” She shoved her arms into her coat as I held it up for her.
I shook my head. “Those were part of the gift. The rest is outside. Come on.”
I tugged her out the door and led her down the snowy path around the back side of the cabin. The storm had cleared, leaving the world decorated in white lace and the moon sprinkled the world with ethereal light. The granite stones I’d used for steps up to my personal overlook glowed pink in the moonlight – a function of the red feldspar crystals among the quartz.
“Oh glory, this is so beautiful.” Rochelle stood at the foot of the steps and gazed upwards. “Did you build this yourself?”
I nodded and gestured for her to climb the steps. Beauty filled the staircase, but the greatest gift sat at the top. She grinned and started up the stairs, her breath pluming in front of her. Snowflakes sparkled in the air as the breeze shook them from the trees.
This gift might have been for her, but she was the only gift I wanted.
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