My entry for Marieke’s Musings blogfest. It’s from my current WIP Quarantined, hope you enjoy.
Thomas taught me Christmas.
This morning when I woke up there was fresh snow outside. A white Christmas. But snow means we are trapped. There haven’t been many patrols around our area these past couple of days, but it wasn’t worth the risk. No matter how big the reward.
When I found the snow, Thomas was still asleep so I sneaked downstairs as quietly as possible but it wasn’t long before I heard him.
“Hell no,” he shouted. The shutter slammed shut. There’s another bang followed by a myriad of words I imagine my mother would faint at.
Thomas has never been a morning person.
I’d finished making coffee when he finally limped into the kitchen. I’m going to have to move the bedside table again. There isn’t a lot of light with the shutters and I don’t think his eyes have recovered enough yet; he keeps walking into things.
“There goes that idea then,” he said, nodding towards the curtains in front of the kitchen window. “There isn’t supposed to be any snow around here you know,” he complained.
“There isn’t supposed to be any life around here either.” I answered.
I could see him swallow his words, as I handed him the coffee. Real coffee. I don’t indulge using the Coffee-Create often, because it eats the batteries, but for the he look on his face it was worth it. I couldn’t stop laughing.
One to me.
I left him there and started to clean the house. When I came back he was in the kitchen cooking.
It was so strange, because Thomas has never cooked since I’ve found him. And the food was so good. He spoon-fed me some of the soup while he directed me on how to set the table. I never knew that it could be so complicated.
Just before everything was ready he handed me a bag and sent me upstairs to one of the bedrooms.
Inside was a dress, a new dress. It still had tracker tags. For a moment I panicked until I realised that he’s burnt the chip.
The dress itself was beautiful. Dark blue with a light blue ribbon below the bust. I couldn’t remove the tracker without damaging the dress so I tried to ignore it instead. I found the full-length mirror in the wardrobe and stared. It’s the first time I’d really seen myself in years. At times I’d risk a quick glance but my reflection still scares me. Today I look almost normal. Pretty.
When I come downstairs Thomas stops midstride to look. Sometimes he looks at me like I’m a child, other times he doesn’t. This is one of them and it’s those times I like best.
One to him.
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After dinner we danced.
I had no present for him. No way to explain what he gave me today and every day since I found him, so instead I gave him what’s most precious to me: my name.
