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The winter solstice is here

It is the yuletide season and today is the longest night of the year in the northern hemisphere. I hope you have been enjoying the 12 Days of Creepfest and the different fiction I have been posting. Most of it has, as most of my writing does, leaned towards the macabre.  Today is a little different, its a seasonal special.

Have a good day.

L. E. White


As he came home he looked at the darkening sky with anticipation. It was way too early to be getting dark but it did that every winter.  Today was the worst, the sun hiding away for the longest rest that it would ever get. Today was the winter solstice and there was so much to do.

She wasn’t home yet when he got there, so he set about doing all of the little tasks alone. First, he gathered sticks to build a tiny fire. This fire wasn’t supposed to get them through the night; instead, it was for the night. This fire would burn bright and hot in their home as a gateway to their gods.

Tiny plastic shot glasses were brought out and filled with Eiswine. As far as either of them was concerned, this was the nectar of the gods on earth. The sweet frost wine would be shared, thrown into the flames in thanks for the blessings that they enjoyed. He picked up a small marker and wrote names on the sides of the cups, as if he were getting things ready for a child’s birthday party; allowing him to insure that none were forgotten.

Food would also be shared. It just wouldn’t be proper to invite someone in without offering food and drinks, the old courtesies are still important after all. So he went through the kitchen, shooing the cats off of the counter, to get a knife and spread slices of bread with butter and honey before placing them on a tray beside the cups.

When she arrived he met her with a smile and a kiss. Another little ritual, but this one was daily, although just a special. They lit the fire, burned the offerings, and celebrated the turning wheel with a family that was larger than is commonly understood. The night got cold and dark, but they didn’t care. Incense burned, filling the air with sweet smoke, the fire crackled and outside, the wind blew softly around their home. They sat alone, snuggled up on the couch, yet the room was filled with presence. A gathering of family to be felt, even if it couldn’t be seen.

  1. December 22, 2011 at 10:58 PM

    I read and liked all your entries, your prose is very engaging. I’ve enjoyed following you through this creepfest and I wish you a warm and fuzzy Christmas. May the next year be the best one yet.

    Hopping from Diary of a Writer in Progress. =)

    • December 23, 2011 at 7:30 AM

      Thank you. I will be dropping by your place to have a look today.

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