Advent Day Seven
A Christmas Card 1914
A glass of cloudy lemonade
Dear Uncle Freddie,
Please excuse the soppy card; it was the only one I could afford. I treasure the wooden rattle you bought me before you were called up. I was going to whirl it above my head when our team scored, but I have not been to a football match since you went away. I pray it is not all fighting over there. I hope you will play a game yourself before this year ends; perhaps it will be on Christmas Day. When you score a goal, think of that spinning rattle.
Merry Christmas from your loving nephew,
About the Author
After being diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis in 2000, Alan took up creative writing as a hobby. He has been writing short stories for nine years. Before that he was the editor of a civic society newsletter for a short while, but had to give it up due to health problems.
n 2011 Alan made the short list for one story and became a prize winner for flash fiction. He also won first prize, of £100, in a poetry competition in 2013. The three accolades were awarded by the same best-selling UK magazine for writers. In 2014 a story of his was included in an international anthology of twenty ghost stories; published in paperback and e-reader. Alan doesn’t write as much as he would like to, due to varying issues, but hopes to continue for as long as he can.