The Christmas Cap

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, where writers from around the world post 100-word stories based on a weekly photo prompt. Today’s photo is by my long-time Twitter pal, Björn Brudberg. Check out his poetry and prose here.

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Photo Copyright: Bjorn Brudberg

The Christmas Cap

by Jan Brown

 She tore through the dresser, determined to find her favorite cap. She hadn’t seen it since he died.

It was a Christmas gift, hand-knit with braided yarn that hung to her shoulders. She remembered vividly the last time she wore it.

She had stomped through the door, partly to shake snow off her boots and partly just to stomp her feet in anger. Her husband could be so maddening! Today, she can’t even remember why they argued.

The last words she said to him were not kind. The guilt was overwhelming.

Finally, she found the cap in his long-empty nightstand. A note stuffed inside said “Love you, darling.”


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42 thoughts on “The Christmas Cap

  1. Beautiful story, Jan.
    How often we come across the truth in fragility of life as life’s observers and how often we casually dismiss it till it hits us in the face!

  2. I’ll bet she cried after that. Maybe her last words to him were angry, but he was in love and knew he was loved. That’s all that matters. At least she found the note. What a wonderful, bittersweet story.

    Merry Christmas to you!

  3. oh, so lovely. I remember all the “mis-used” words I said to my mother while taking care of her for three months. Tired, sad, angry – we never know what will pop out of our mouths. Very well done, my dear.

  4. Great story, Jan. Seeing your photo in the FFF Hollywoood Squares made me smile. I always loved reading your work. Thanks for giving us another opportunity to peruse your prose.

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