EXCERPT 3/7
“You have arrived,” her GPS broke the
silence. She punched it off and drove into the small parking lot to the left of
the lodge. Only three other cars were lined up. Two of them were coated with
snow, as if they hadn’t moved since the last snowstorm.
She turned off her car and stopped.
This had been a whim of an idea, something she had never done before. She had
thought she could survive Christmas just fine alone at home, but as the day
neared, every shopping trip, every present—even her work—teemed with happy
couples that reminded her that she was single. Single, when she was supposed to
be married on New Year’s Day. She forced herself to breathe in. Out. In. Out
again—in a mournful groan.
I
can do this.
She had to. This was her only escape.
(From "Finding Christmas Joy" by Amanda Tero;
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