It felt so lame now that I was standing on her doorstep, the large peanut container cold in my hands. The white ribbon I'd dug out of the back of the closet now looked grey, ragged, the bow I'd tied limp and lifeless.
But...It was all I had at the moment. At least, that I hadn't opened yet.
Taking a breath, I bent down placing the peanuts on her doorstep, the sticky note with a hastily written "For Miss Creyer," barely visible under the bow.
This was stupid. Just stupid. But I'd already placed it down and straightened.
I turned away, quickly retreating to my own house, plagued by self doubt.
With my luck, she'd be allergic to peanuts and would see my attempt at a present as a threat.
Still....the fact that she'd failed to give me a present this year, when she had every year before....had irked me. The one constant in my life. Gone. Not that I'd given anything in return before to her.
I just didn't want...another thing to leave.
I closed my eyes. At least I'd tried to be nice this time around. That was good enough.
-Inspiration from giving gifts to neighbors
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