Home for Christmas

Harriet brought a rum-spiked eggnog to Richard — a little something to cheer him on this quiet Christmas Eve.

A knock at the door surprised her. They weren’t expecting anyone.

No one there. How odd.

He stepped out from hiding, hugging her. Their son, home from war. The most wonderful gift.

Thank you for reading my 50-word micro-fiction story. Your comments are welcome!

I wrote this story when I ran a weekly micro-fiction writing contest, and I would also often contribute my own piece, just for fun. This story was my piece for the prompt, “gift.”