Good Morning! It's Tidbit Thursday! Today I am featuring a tidbit from my self-published Christmas novella Blue Christmas.
I wrote this a few years ago for a forum I started writing on prior to publishing Touch Me Gently. It speaks to me because sometimes there are people so lonely during the holidays that they can't bear the heavy weight of their depression. In many people's lives they rush about, shopping, decorating, and baking, but forget to stop and look around them. Do you have that neighbor who has no family? A co-worker who always spends the holidays alone? Extending a hand to them in kindness may just save their lives.
Christmas used to be a time of joy for me, but since my mother's death three years ago the holiday has lost all meaning, becoming nothing but a harsh reminder of what I've lost. I've become bitter and skeptical of everyone around me, and the cold aloofness has kept me from being hurt that deeply again. But this year the thought of yet another blue Christmas alone sends me on a path that will change my life forever.
Trigger Warning: Attempted Suicide Word Count: 25,468
"Don't you know? Don't you see how truly beautiful you are, Patrick?" One hand cupped my cheek, his thumb smoothing over the ridge of the bone there. "Since the moment I saw you I've wanted nothing more than to see you smiling at me. To hold you and kiss you. I was afraid you thought I took advantage of your anything card. You've barely said a word all evening since."
Beautiful, he called me beautiful. I couldn't speak. I didn't know what to say other than to shake my head. My cheeks were hot and I knew without a doubt my cheeks were stained red. Carter's lips curved into a soft smile causing my flush to deepen. "You are adorable," he said in a deep voice. "Can I trade the offer of washing my truck for another kiss?"
My lips parted on a small sound. It could have been surprise or anticipation that caused it but Carter took it as an okay to his question. He rose up just a little, wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and tugged me down to meet his lips. He tasted of the pasta sauce I'd cooked to go with the spaghetti for dinner. The herbs and spices tingled on my lips from where his tongue slid over them. I sighed as my brain shut down, leaving me only to experience and savor.
What reviewers are saying about Blue Christmas
" I found this to be a beautiful touching love story. I am not usually a huge fan of Christmas stories but this one is just timeless and beautiful. " - Tina from Redz World (GoodReads)
" Blue Christmas is a very sweet short story, and I absolutely adored it. Patrick and Carter are wonderful together!" - DarlingChristie (Amazon)