Unfair Habit of the Sore Eye

Activity of Daily Task from Blogging 101

The whole street had, finally, been encamped by a dreary lull. Even someone who might have been there ten minutes before, would have found the place to be unfamiliar and eerie.

Christmas was always like this. One minute the whole place was buzzing with shoppers and the next second it was silent and cold. It was the shopkeeper’s paradise in sales and a hell in work effort. For Lionel Macias things weren’t different.

His chocolate shop was considered to be the best in town and his renown did not end in his city alone. During Christmas, he would receive orders for delivery of chocolate for places too far away to reach. Work would commence months before the actual festival so that there remained no shortcomings when the day finally arrived.

He almost finished cleaning his collection from the display case when a boy walked into the store. The boy looked like he was considering to buy something from the store but his clothes spoke otherwise. His T-Shirt looked like a dirty grey rag which could easily have been used to wipe the floor, and probably at some time was used for the exact purpose. His pants were tattered, torn in enough places to have lost most of its purpose—to cover the legs. Unless he was an actor straight out of a Christmas play, he had no business being in the shop.

‘We’re closed,’ Lionel said. He did not want to get into a verbal spat with a homeless boy. It was Christmas Eve and he was very tired.

‘Are you going to throw them out?’ he was pointing at the basket of chocolates Lionel was about to carry inside.

‘I am going to store them in my refrigerator.’

‘Can I… Could you… Would you be kind enough to give one to me?’ the boy said.

Lionel looked at him with uncertainty. ‘Why?’

‘I am hungry.’

‘Listen, I don’t run a charity here. Plus, it’s not like one would satisfy your hunger anyway.’

The boy looked dejected and hung his head.

Lionel felt a bit sad for him. He took one piece out of the basket and kept it on the counter top.

‘Here,’ he said. ‘Take this. Because it’s Christmas.’

The boy rushed to take the chocolate in his hand. He cupped it like a prized possession and rushed out.

‘Wow,’ Lionel muttered under his breath. What an ungrateful guy. What was it with him and chocolate? He can’t afford decent food and he had come asking for chocolate. What did he assume – getting one chocolate will change his way of living? What a naive kid.

Lionel shook his head and went back to closing his shop.

A few hundred meters away the boy in tattered clothes entered an alley. The walls on both side provided protection from the cold winds of the night.

He walked to the dead end where another child, younger than him, was lying under bare protection of worn out blankets.

‘Wake up,’ the older boy shook his brother awake.

‘What is it?’ the younger boy looked up irritably.

‘I met Santa.’

This got the little boy’s attention. ‘You did?’

‘Yes, and asked me to give you this,’ he opened his hand to reveal the chocolate he had just acquired. ‘This is the one you wanted, right?’

‘Yes,’ the younger boy quickly attacked the prize. ‘Did Santa tell when mom and dad will be back?’

‘Yes, he said we have to wait for a few more days. Till then, you can have the chocolate.’

The little boy started munching on the chocolate. ‘Merry Christmas,’ he said between bites.

‘Merry Christmas,’ his brother replied as he hugged him.

Inspired by Nina Karadzic’s post in her blog In Noir Velvet

There was another blog (looking at you Sincerely, Hil) which gave me an idea for a story but that one I will keep for the non-masked version of me.

Note: I hadn’t written a serious fiction for the blog in a long time and thought to do it today. Would like to hear what you think about my interpretation of Nina’s words (after all, short writings can mean so much) or even my story, in general.


20 thoughts on “Unfair Habit of the Sore Eye

  1. Dear Mask 🙂

    This story moved me and brought tears of love into my eye. You have a way with words. I was not acquainted with this talent of yours. It’s really astonishing you say that you have not written any fiction since long and you write so well. You are a gifted storyteller too. I am so glad to read this. Touching.

    I have nominated you for Liebster Award–a kind of good gesture in blogging fraternity to connect and share our love. You might see the rules in my post or if you are busy you can let it pass. 🙂



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    • The mask helps hide many things, my friend. I am glad you liked it.
      As for why I don’t write serious fiction often, I have noticed that people don’t want to read such posts a lot (my observation). I will continue to write them, though – just not that often.

      Coming to the award. I appreciate it and will try to follow it up but it will take time (I hope there isn’t a time limit to this) because I am busy beating self assigned deadlines for other projects. I hardly get time to read other blogs whenever I log in.

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    • I really feel honored that you might want to read a story I haven’t even written yet.

      A fair warning though, the more I keep thinking about it, the more it seems like a likely idea for a novel.
      Although, I am in the middle of another writing project which should take up to the end of the month, so don’t expect anything any time soon.
      (You still have my posts till then)

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  2. So precious and touching. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this post, theanonymoustalker. 😀 Posts like this are well worth the wait.

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