The Loneliest Time of the Year


PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

As I pass balloons decorating lampposts and gaudy neon lights, my heart feels that little bit heavier.  I see the rowdy party-goers dancing with arms flailing and drunken grins spread across their faces.

Are they as happy as they seem?  Perhaps they’re trying just that little bit too hard.

Am I the only one who dreads this time of year?

I’ve no money to buy the children a decent gift or provide a traditional Christmas meal.

I can pay the bills… just, but we will have to keep the heating low.

I’ve no energy to appear jolly.

Damn you, Peter.

Word Count: 100

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.


18 thoughts on “The Loneliest Time of the Year

  1. rochellewisoff says:

    Dear Clare,

    I’m assuming Peter is/was her husband. Perhaps her late husband since she’s left destitute. So many sad situations intensified by the festivities. The feeling in his piece is tangible. Well done.



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  2. Michael Wynn says:

    Great seasonal take and perceptive observations tinged we find out by the bitterness she feels to Peter and whatever he’s done to leave her destitute. I like her cynicism about the other revellers, trying too hard perhaps.

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  3. wmqcolby says:

    Poor lady. Makes me feel very sad.

    Nice take on the prompt, Clare. Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy and Prosperous New Year — and thanks for the reminder to help those less fortunate so they, too, can have a wonderful holiday season.

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