King’s Day – Fiction

Time again for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers So grateful to PJ for hosting this weekly challenge.  Please follow little froggy for more stories.

Here is the photograph and my story:

King’s Day

As usuual, we were sitting at the bay window each in our comfy winged back chair. Below, at ground level, workmen were hauling away December’s Christmas tree. Dead needles laid a path before and behind them.   It was King’s Day.

“What do you want to discuss today?” he asked.

“I remember one year,  I was 6,  pitching a fit when Mom started taking the tree down on King’s Day.” I smiled and glanced his way. “That was the last Christmas I believed in Santa Claus.”

He nodded. That was his job. To listen and nod and repeat my words back to me.

“I cried for a real long time that day. Probably because I was letting go of Santa Claus.” I reached for a tissue. “When I stopped crying, Mom and I made a King Cake.  After it was baked, we tucked in the porcelain baby.” I smiled again. “My brother chipped his tooth on the baby.”

Ellespeth

(This week’s photo prompt is provided by Shivangi Singh. Thank you Shivangi for our photo prompt!)

4 thoughts on “King’s Day – Fiction

  1. It was fun and exciting believing in Santa Claus, but a let down to find out the real truth. Probably because I wanted it to be true, but it was just another adjustment in life. I’ve never heard of King’s day before.

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  2. A nice memory, although if she is in therapy of some kind, I wonder if she has suffered a family loss? Has a melancholy feel, just as it feels when the decorations come down. Nicely done.

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  3. Memories 🙂 It must be nice to sit in a comfortable chair and watch the world happen.
    Thanks for introducing me to King’s Day, which I Googled. I don’t know much about the Netherlands.

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