The Witch - A Will Starr Christmas Story

The Witch - A Christmas Story



The short warming trend was over and by noon the slushy snow would be solid ice. To the west, the gray clouds were lowering, and heavy snow was in the forecast. The breathless announcer predicted another foot, maybe two, and the temperature was already plunging.

Tommy Holloman finished his cornflakes and flipped off the radio. Mama was already on her way to work at Walgreen’s, and if he was going to walk the five blocks to school in time for the bell, he had to leave in the next twenty minutes.

The Holloman’s lived on the east side of town and their front yard bordered old Highway 39. In order to get to school, Tommy had to cross the highway, because the sidewalk was on the south side. On the north side of the highway, there was only the narrow curb and the sturdy barrier posts and cables that kept cars from plunging down the hill.

Tommy’s home was at the top of a hill that sloped steeply down to a small creek, and then up another steep slope to the other side. There was one other house next to Tommy’s and both were bordered by Farmer Connelly’s dairy pasture. During the winter, Farmer Connelly’s pasture was a favorite for sledding, but care had to be taken not to slide off the creek bank, because the creek was either rock hard ice or freezing water during the winter. Tommy’s mother made him use the Maple Street sledding area.

Highway 39 was also Mount Valley’s Main Street, so there was both town traffic and the local truck traffic to deal with when crossing over to the sidewalk. Tommy’s mother had walked him across for kindergarten and first grade, but with her new job at Walgreen’s, she had to trust Tommy to cross on his own. He was now in the third grade, and had successfully crossed the busy highway for a year, so his mother reluctantly trusted him to look both ways and take no chances.

Tommy enjoyed the walk to school, even on a day like this. It took him past all the Main Street stores, and whenever he thought he could get away with it, he stopped at the forbidden Ernie’s Novelty store to buy candy.

“You stay out of that nasty place, young man! Are you listening to me? That’s where all the riffraff hang out, and I don’t want you influenced by any of that. Now you mind me!”

Tommy loved his mother, and almost always obeyed her, but a third grade boy is naturally fascinated by sinners, and their chosen place of iniquity, so whenever he thought he could get away with it, he tasted the forbidden fruit Ernie’s had to offer .

Then of course, there was the witch.

She lived in one of the oldest and largest houses in town, also on Main Street, and right at the top of the hill. He could see the witch’s house from his own house, and his mother had long ago pointed it out to him. She warned him many times not to speak to the witch or have anything to do with her. His normally tolerant mother despised the witch although she never actually referred to her as a witch.

He had seen her many times, seated in the front porch swing, quietly rocking to and fro. She always watched him silently and intently, so he was scared of her. She had a large black dog that often barked at him, and he was also scared of the dog, so he always tried to hurry past.

The house was set deeply back into the trees, and had large windows that stared at him balefully. The old woman was not ugly as witches go, and she had no warts on her nose. In fact, she was actually rather pleasant looking, but all the kids said she was a witch and that the old house was haunted, so in view of that and his mother’s warning to never speak to her, Tommy stayed as far away as the sidewalk would allow.

Tommy glanced around to make sure all was in order before leaving. There were already some presents under the tree, and hopefully, Santa would bring him a new sled. The old one was probably repairable if someone knew how. His mother said his father would have been able to fix it easily, but he had been killed in an auto accident when Tommy was just a year old. He did not remember his father at all.

Tommy put on his coat and carefully locked the door. He was the only kid in his class that had a key to his house, and he was proud of that. He pulled the stocking cap over his ears and walked to the highway.

He looked carefully both ways, and noted the patchy sheen of standing water here and there on the pavement. In a few hours, if the forecast was right, that water would be treacherous ice. Seeing no traffic, he hurried across the street and headed for school.

The witch was nowhere in sight, but the windows silently watched him as he walked by. Just then, the big black dog ran around the side of the house, barking wildly, and slid to stop in the snow, just feet away. Terrified, Tommy stood very still, and was wondering what to do next, when he heard a woman’s voice.

“Come here Rex.”

It was the first time he had heard her voice, and it chilled him, although it was not the screechy voice he had anticipated. The dog whined for a moment and then retreated. Tommy did not turn around to see who called. He knew it was the witch, and she was therefore right behind him. He hurried down the sidewalk toward school.

The Great War was finally over, and most of the soldiers had returned from both Europe and the Pacific, so Christmas was once again a joyful time of year. The streets were decorated with Christmas lights and wreaths, and stores piped Christmas music from loudspeakers under their canopies. It was Tommy’s favorite time of year, but he secretly wished he could share it with the father he never knew.

Maple Street sloped steeply down to the north, and ended at the school yard, so it was always closed at the first snow so the children had a safe place for sledding. The recent warming period exposed patches of pavement here and there, so it was temporarily closed to sledding. But if the promised snow materialized, it would be ready for Christmas vacation, so Tommy looked hopefully at the gray skies as he made his way down the long slope of sidewalk to school. As he entered the door, the first lazy flakes began to fall.

Since it was the last day of school before Christmas vacation, school was scheduled to let out at noon, but by ten o’clock, the teacher was looking anxiously out the windows at the rapidly increasing snow. Then came the announcement from the principal’s office that all the rural children were to board the buses without delay and that all town children who walked to school were to go straight home.

The snow was falling more heavily by the time Tommy walked past Ernie’s Novelties, but there was still plenty of visibility, so he hesitated. He should go straight home of course, but what would it hurt if he stopped just for a few minutes? He could buy a Coke, and look through the new comic books for a few minutes. He talked himself into it.

When he walked back outside an hour later, the snow had become a blinding, blowing curtain of white, and he felt the first small pang of fear. But if he just followed the sidewalk, he reasoned, he would be fine. Just then, a police car appeared out of the gloom, its red lights flashing and siren blaring. It was headed down the hill. Then just as quickly, it vanished and the snowy silence returned.

He walked to the top of the hill, and was preparing to descend when the solid white curtain suddenly thinned out somewhat, and he could dimly see the wrecked cars strewn all across the road and sidewalk in front of his house, and blocking his path. Then the scene disappeared again in the heavy snow.

He pulled his coat closer and felt for the sidewalk. He had begun to walk again when he looked up and was stunned to see the witch directly in front of him facing the other way as she tried to peer down the hill at the accident. The big black dog stood by her side, but whirled suddenly and barked at Tommy. At that the old woman turned, and seeing Tommy, held her arms out to him, saying something he could not hear above the wind. Terrified, he looked for an escape, and seeing no other way, darted across the highway and over the guardrail.

He was now on the same side of the highway as his house, and all he had to do was go down the hill and back up the other side. The only obstacle was the creek, but he told himself that it was probably frozen over. He began to stumble over the drifts and down the hill.

He finally reached the bottom of the hill, gasping for breath. If going downhill was that hard, what would it be like going up the other side to his house? He looked down at the creek, and was gratified to see snow piled up on its surface. That meant that there was a layer of ice, but was it solid? The only other choice was to go back up the hill where the witch might be waiting, and that was out of the question. He climbed down the creek bank and gingerly stepped out on the ice with one foot. It seemed to be solid, so he stepped out fully with the other foot and began to carefully walk across.

He was almost halfway across the eight foot expanse of ice when he heard the ominous creaking. He froze in place, and for a moment, he thought he was safe, but then the thin ice simply gave way and plunged him into the dark water.

The shock took his breath away as the freezing water instantly penetrated his clothing and his muscles were almost paralyzed by the terrible cold. It felt like a thousand icy, painful needles. He found that he could barely move, much less swim to shore, and his wet clothing was threatening to pull him down. Only his arms spread out across the remaining ice were keeping his head above water. He tried to call out to the men who were attending to the accident on the highway above him, but all he could manage was a croaking whisper. He suddenly realized that he might never see his mother again, and that thought was unbearable. Strangely, he was not afraid.

The cold was quickly robbing his mind of the ability to think, and he was losing consciousness when he heard someone close by calling out frantically. It sounded like a woman’s voice. Then he heard a nearby splash and felt warm breath on his neck as he was suddenly and roughly jerked away and almost swept under the freezing water. Then he knew no more.

...

”His vital signs are good, considering, and he seems to be coming around. There, by golly, his eyes are opening. I think he’ll be just fine now.”

He recognized the voice of old Doc Wilson, and when he opened his eyes, the doctor was smiling down on him.

“These kids can take a real beating and come right back. Yes sir, they surely can.” He patted Tommy’s head, picked up his bag and left.

The room was pleasant enough, with high ceilings, wallpaper, and pictures of people that Tommy did not know, with one exception. It was a picture of his father. His mother had the same picture on the wall at home. Then he drifted off again.

Later, he felt a rough, warm tongue on his face, and the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the grinning face of the big black dog. Then he saw the tearful face of his mother, and to his astonishment, she was embracing the witch!

“He’s awake, Julie.” It was the voice of the witch, soft and low. “Go lie down, Rex. He doesn’t want to play with you right now.”

Tommy spent the next half hour explaining to his mother that the accident was why he left the sidewalk and ended up falling through the ice. He did not mention the witch, whose real name he learned, was Emma. He also learned that Emma and Rex, the big black Labrador retriever he always feared, followed him down the hill and witnessed the fall through the ice. Emma called for help to the men who were working the accident, but when she realized that they might not make it in time, she ordered Rex, who was already intently watching the boy in the water, to fetch, which he happily did, pulling Tommy to the bank where the men fished him out.

Then Emma turned to his mother. “Now I have a question of my own, Julie. I want to know why you have shut me out these past seven years. I don’t even know my own grandson.”

Tommy was stunned. The witch named Emma was his grandmother? He looked to his mother for confirmation, but she was staring at Emma.

Julie lifted her chin in defiance. “I am grateful for what you did today, but I can never forgive you for David’s death. It was on a night very much like this one that he was killed running an unnecessary errand for you. I know, because I asked the pharmacist, and he said your prescription could have waited until the next day.”

“That’s true, Julie, but why are you blaming me?”

“Because you sent him to pick it up! You knew he would do anything you wished.”

“But I didn’t send him.”

Julie stared at the older woman. “Then who did?”

“The phone rang while I was in the bathtub, and David answered it. I suppose he thought I needed that prescription, because when I came downstairs, he was gone. I would never have sent him on such a night. You, of all people, should know better, Julie”

Her voice softened. “I raised him to be considerate of others, and he always was, so I suppose you can blame me for that much.”

For a long time, Julie stared at her hands silently. Finally she shook her head slowly and spoke in hushed tones. “No, I can see now that you are to blame for nothing and that I have been very unfair. I made foolish assumptions and therefore I have wronged you all these years, so now I must beg your forgiveness.”

The older woman rose and put her arms gently around Julie. “Grief can blind us, Julie, and I too have suffered greatly over David’s loss. There’s nothing to forgive, my dear.”

Tommy sat up in the bed. “You’re my dad’s mother?”

Julie sat on the bed beside him, and took his hand. “No, Tommy, your daddy was an orphan. Your grandmother is a very kind woman, so she took him in when he was just a baby and raised him, although he was never legally adopted. That’s why he loved her so much, and that’s also how I met him. You must forgive me for not telling you sooner, but I was very angry. You see Tommy, Emma is my mother.”

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resspenser 2 years ago from South Carolina

What a great story, thanks for this excellent one from one of the best at Hubpages! Merry Christmas to you and yours!


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Becky Katz 2 years ago from Hereford, AZ

Beautiful story Will. I know Christmas is here when you start writing your Christmas tales.


SilverGenes 2 years ago

As soon as I saw your Christmas story was here, I had to come and read. You always have such interesting twists and this one is no exception. The ending was not what I expected! I was busy thinking it was his father's mother most of the way through but this was a real surprise! Well done and thank you for yet another wonderful story. Merry Christmas, Will!


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SubRon7 2 years ago from eastern North Dakota

Another great, tear-jerking story, Will. Long time no see, my friend, I hope you are doing well!


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diogenes 2 years ago from UK and Mexico

Hiya Will:

Entertaining story at the right time of the year. It took me a minute to work out the ending: old age!

Thinking of you and yours at this season

Bob


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FitnezzJim 2 years ago from Fredericksburg, Virginia

Oh wow! What a twist at the end. You have a knack for giving people goosebumps with your stories, and this one is one of the better ones. Wow.


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wayne barrett 2 years ago from Clearwater Florida

Very well told, Will.

Hope you have a very Merry Christmas!


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mckbirdbks 2 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

Hello Will and Merry Christmas to you and yours. You are a master story teller. Your images are vivid and believable. I almost went and got a jacket.


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MartieCoetser 2 years ago from South Africa

Beautiful story, Will! Background very well described. I love the extra twist at the end.

Merry Christmas to you and yours :)


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aguasilver 2 years ago from Malaga, Spain

Only the other day I was hoping you would produce a Christmas special... and you have!


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Angela Blair 2 years ago from Central Texas

Exceptional story -- Christmas or otherwise -- but you've certainly brightened my Christmas season with this gem. Best/Sis


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Old Poolman 2 years ago from Rural Arizona

Hey WillStarr, Merry Christmas and thanks for the gift. A new story from one of my favorite authors is to be treasured even without the wrapping and the bow. I couldn't figure out how to put it under the tree, but sure did enjoy the read.

I hope all is well with you guys and that you are enjoying your holidays. We need to get together soon for lunch and a beer.

Mike


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, Ronnie, and Merry Christmas!


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, Becky. Did you figure out your Kindle dilemma?


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, SilverGenes and Merry Christmas!


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, James, and Merry Christmas!


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Merry Christmas, Bob! Where are you spending the holidays?


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you FitnezzJim for the nice comment!


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi, Wayne and Merry Christmas!


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you Mike, and I stand in awe of your storytelling talent!


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Merry Christmas to my old friend Martie!


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you John! Did you relocate?


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hiya Sis! Are you feeling better? I need to call you.


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hey, Mike! Same place in Florence for Mexican food?


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Genna East 2 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

Oh good! A short story from Will Starr. This is an early Christmas gift. :-)

I have to admit that I was filled with some trepidation about 8 year-old Tommie crossing the highway and walking five blocks school – even back in those days. The early snow and the quick stop at Ernie’s added to the mounting tension…sometime was going to happen. Of course, our hearts were in our throats by the time he reached that creek. We prayed that the “witch” would somehow save him. What a twist at the end! We didn’t see that one coming at all! Great story, with just the right spirit of forgiveness and understanding during this special holiday season. Your pacing, imagery, and everything else in between, are superb. :-)


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Becky Katz 2 years ago from Hereford, AZ

No, just have to wait until we get enough money. I can't afford a new one right now.


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drbj 2 years ago from south Florida

Well you haven't lost your knack, Will, for unexpected endings. Enjoyed your engrossing short story immensely, and nice to see you here again.


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aguasilver 2 years ago from Malaga, Spain

Yes Will, came back to Spain!


Ghaelach 2 years ago

Good morning Will.

We've all waited a long time for this story and you certainly didn't disappoint anyone.

Every detail was well put together and so well discribed. It felt like I had crabbed my old winter coat and was walking down the main street with Tommy. Hey, old Rex made me jump too.

I sort of guessed that Rex would be Tommy's life saver, but the twist with grandmother/mother/orphaned father really caught me by supprise. A great twist in this Christmas story Will.

Take care and have a great festive season with all the family.

LOL Ghaelach

Europe 09:35am


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, Genna and a Merry Christmas to you!


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Merry Christmas Becky.


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you drbj and Merry Christmas!


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Excellent, John! I hope to see you writing again. Merry Christmas!


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, Ghaelach, and a very Merry Christmas to you!


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Just Ask Susan 2 years ago from Ontario, Canada

Love all of your stories Bill and have so many to catch up on. So happy to see this one on Facebook. Wishing you and your family a Very Merry Christmas!


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Austinstar 2 years ago from Somewhere in the universe

Sometimes I think your stories are very real.


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bravewarrior 2 years ago from Central Florida

Wow, what a story! You did a great job of keeping me guessing. Just when I thought I knew where the story was going, it took a turn - and then another one. I love the ending.

Merry Christmas, Will!


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you Susan and a Merry Christmas to you!


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

You're very perceptive, Lela!

The town, the highway/Main Street, Tommy's house, the hills, the creek, the pasture, the school, the sledding street, the forbidden novelty store, the era, and the big, scary black lab were all real.

So too was the fall through the ice of that creek, and I can personally attest to the shock. My big sister (a year and a half older) had one of those adrenalin-strength episodes (fueled by the fact that she talked me into testing the ice and the fear of the trouble she would be in) and pulled me out.

All the rest is pure fiction.

Merry Christmas!


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you bravewarrior, and may you have a nice warm Christmas in Florida!


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breakfastpop 2 years ago

I never saw this coming. What a beautiful story of forgiveness, understanding and reconciliation.


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DreamerMeg 2 years ago from Northern Ireland

beautiful story.


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suziecat7 2 years ago from Asheville, NC

Thank you so much for writing a Christmas story here on HubPages. It wouldn't be Christmas without it.


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bethperry 2 years ago from Tennesee

Oh my goddess, Will, I thought I had this one figured out from the get-go, but then you go and give it that marvelous twist! What a lovely, lovely story!

Voted up and thanks for sharing.


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you Pop, and a Merry Christmas!


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you DreamerMeg, and I have Irish roots!


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, dear Suzie and a Merry North Carolina Christmas!


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Gotcha Beth, and I like your new poem!


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dahoglund 2 years ago from Wisconsin Rapids

This story brings back some childhood nostalgia, Will. When I was a kid. there were always little family owned stores where we stopped and bought candy and stuff after school. I don't recall witches but there was always a "haunted house" around. sharing.


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Johan Smulders 2 years ago from East London, South Africa

Another great story. Have a great Xmas and New Year!


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi Don!

The novelty store in the story was based on a real place in my childhood, and we were forbidden to there because it had a 'reputation', which is why I went there every chance I got.

It was owned by the father of one of my friends, and there was really nothing wrong with it, but morals were different back then


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, Johan, and a very Merry Christmas to you.


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MizBejabbers 2 years ago

Will, this story is breathtaking. I loved your descriptions, and the house in the photo is beautiful. It is just the kind I would love to live in. Is it yours? Voted up and awesome.

Merry Christmas!


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CMerritt 2 years ago from Pendleton, Indiana

Man I have missed your stories so much!! Like always, I was NOT let down! You paint such a wonderful setting and developed the charactors, that it becomes so real in my head. I loved it!

Merry Christmas to one of my all-time favorite people.


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Phyllis Doyle 2 years ago from High desert of Nevada.

Will, I have always told others that "there is a reason for every person who comes into your life." I see that the reason I found and read many of your stories was to know and appreciate the fine art of writing and to know the wonder of the great stories you write. Thank you for this beautiful story.


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi MizBejabbers!

The house is a stock photo, but it looks very much like the one in my story. Thank you for the kind words! Merry Christmas!


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hey Chris!

Great to see you, and I have to catch up on your rants!

Merry Christmas!


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Well, thank you Phyllis! What a kind thing to say, and a very Merry Christmas to you!


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DrMark1961 2 years ago from The Beach of Brazil

Hi Will, I saw this last night and was too busy to read it. I´m glad I came back. Great writing.


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you Doc!

The big black dog was a real part of my childhood, and I know now that he was just a friendly old Black Lab doofus who only wanted to play, but he scared me as a little boy.


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cat on a soapbox 2 years ago from Los Angeles

Hello Will,

This new story is a Christmas treat for me, and, as usual, I am transported by your storytelling talents! I send my best wishes to you and yours for a Merry Christmas and all good things in the coming new year!

Cat :)


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, Cat, and a Merry Christmas to you!


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sgbrown 2 years ago from Southern Oklahoma

What a wonderful heart touching story! :)


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Than you, Sheila!


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savvydating 2 years ago

Wow! You're good. Your story kept my interest from beginning to end. I didn't expect the twist at the end. My feeling was that Tommy would discover the witch was a decent person... but the way he finally did was more than I'd hoped for. I'm so glad to have met you, and look forward to reading more of your stories. Your fourth grade teacher was so right about you. :)

Up & beautiful.


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Well thank you, Yves! I know you are an expert on dating, so here's one on that topic...sort of:

http://hubpages.com/literature/A-Short-Story-The-s...


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RachaelOhalloran 2 years ago from United States

I liked this one alot, Will. This is a very heartwarming moving story.

I left you praise on another story last week too - different HP account. I will be back online in a day or two and hope to read more of your wonderful stories.

Rachael


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Glad you liked it!


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LadyFiddler 2 years ago from Somewhere in the West

WillStarr your messing with my head. Lol what a twist at the end, thank God Emma and the dog followed him. Just hearing about the cold water makes me tense. Right now its pouring heavy rain here and its already making cold in the AC.

Thanks for sharing this story with us.


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, LadyFiddler, and I like your new avatar pic!


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LadyFiddler 2 years ago from Somewhere in the West

You are welcome Will :) keep up the good work of your imagination as your teacher told you. You are doing a fantastic Job.


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you again!


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OhMe 2 years ago from Pendleton, SC

Oh Me, that was so good and I held onto every word. The surprise ending was totally unexpected. Enjoyed.


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, OhMe!


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aesta1 2 years ago from Ontario, Canada

The first thing I read when I walk up this morning here in Hanoi and oh my, I had to keep the tears away. A very touching story. Love the unexpected turn.


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, aesta1!


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Sunshine625 2 years ago from Orlando, FL

I did not see that ending coming! :) Amazing story!! Also so true, grief can blind us. Thanks for another WillStar masterpiece.


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, Linda!


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Just Ask Susan 12 months ago from Ontario, Canada

Had to come back and read this story again. Beautiful!

Merry Christmas Bill to you and your family.


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WillStarr 12 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, Susan! Merry Christmas!

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