Jeremy and Alice sat together on the lobby bench quietly admiring the holiday lights embedded in the wreath-like greenery hung around the inside of the inn’s main entrance. “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas,” Alice sang so softly that only Jeremy could hear her. She looked lovingly at Jeremy, squeezed his arm, and said, “Don’t you love this time of year with the lights, decorations, snow falling outside in the cold crisp air, and the sounds of Christmas music everywhere?”
“Bah humbug,” Jeremy said. “Thanksgiving is still two weeks away. It’s too damn early for Christmas decorations.
Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Dale Rogerson.