Perfection

Written in response to https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2022/12/28/rdp-wednesday-fantastic/ daily prompt.

‘Fantastic, it’s my lucky day,’ Molly said, as she picked up a toy from the table.

It was perfect, a kitchen her son wanted.

Taking it to the counter, she looked at the charity box on the side. She couldn’t afford much, but she couldn’t not give anything. The kitchen, just like her, needed some love and care.

Watching her little face, as she opened the present, was everything she wanted. Their meal, not the festive fare most people were eating, but it tasted good all the same. They pulled crackers, told funny jokes, drank make-believe hot chocolate, ate invisible cakes, and laughed.

‘Mummy, I got you a present too,’ Sheila said, taking a little box from the drawer.

No Christmas paper, she lifted the velvet lid. Inside was a broach, a tiny angel, with glass wings.’

‘It’s perfect, thank you.’

She put in on her jacket, a good luck charm for her job interview.

A new year, and all they needed was each other.