“Half an hour to go.” Clive says as he pours himself another whiskey. “Yet here we are, waiting for, 'Christmas dinner', and it ain't even Christmas!” He swigs his whiskey and starts to pour another.
“Don't you think you've had enough?” Father walks in and places the turkey on the table.
“No not nearly.” He downs another.
Father takes the glass off of him. “Go and fetch your sister and mother.” Clive hesitates for a moment, but does as he is told. Father walks to the window and looks out. The sky is black. “They've arrived then.”
The family sit down at the table.
“Well tuck in then.” Mother says.
“I'm not hungry.” Clive replies, he'd poured himself another drink.
“Well if you're not going to eat your lot, I will.” Sarah grabs a slice of turkey and begins to eat. “I am eating for two.” Clive forces a smile and for his family's sake changes his mind. A happy moment occurs as they eat. “Oh, he kicked.” Sarah grabs her stomach. They all stop and stare at Sarah. “He won't have this will he?” Sarah holds back her tears. Mother grabs her hand and squeezes it gently.
One minute to go.
“Its all going to end isn't it?” Clive asks, but no one answers.“I remember the best Christmas we ever had. When I was ten.”
“That was a horrible Christmas, the power went.” Father interrupts.
“No it was great. We just sat around talking and laughing, playing games.”
“Eating cold beans.” Sarah laughs. Father looks at his watch. They hold each others hands and close their eyes.
By ZeLee
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