4 Inch Window: Happy Holidays
In which I pay tribute to @cesperanza's 4 Minute Window in a slightly different way.
See intro here for more explanation. Chapter One here. Chapter Two. Chapter Three. Chapter Four. Chapter Five. Chapter Six. Chapter Seven. Chapter Eight. Chapter Nine. Chapter Ten. Chapter Eleven. Chapter Twelve. Chapter Thirteen. Chapter Fourteen. Chapter Fifteen. Chapter Sixteen. Chapter Seventeen. Chapter Eighteen. Chapter Nineteen.
And while I am at it, allow me to thank you all so much for being so excited alongside me! Especially @albymangroves, @revolutionaryjo, @monicawoe and of course... @cesperanza
Merry Christmas, everyone!
"Hey!" Bucky shouted up the steps. "Come here, give me a hand with—"
The door to the apartment opened and Steve popped his head out. He stared, then came out onto the landing.
"It's not heavy," Bucky explained, shifting the trunk, "but it's awkward, and I don't want to make more of a mess than I--"
"I thought we said," Steve said reprovingly, coming down the stairs, "that we weren't gonna do Christmas."
"Oh, is that what you meant?" Bucky asked, and shoved the top of Christmas tree at him. "I thought you were saying we shouldn't be born in a manger or something." Steve rolled his eyes and grabbed ahold of the tree, and then they began to haul it up the steps and into the apartment. "You say it every year--every year, Steve—and I stopped believing you in, like, 1936 and you're still saying it—"
"Because you don't listen! You say yeah, sure and then you don't listen and—look at this, this is enormous," Steve said, and to be fair, the tree did look bigger in their living room than it had looked on the street.
"You're right, I don't listen. I ignore you, because you always say 'Let's not do Christmas,' and then you get me something even though you said you wouldn't so that I look like an idiot, and then I get us a tree and you say, 'Why did you get a tree?' and then you say, 'Oh, this is nice," and you like it. Tell the truth."
Steve stepped back consideringly, head tilted, and then said, "Well, it's festive."
"Oh, shut up and get me some wood for a stand," and later, they sprawled on the sofa and drank hot chocolate and looked at the tree, which they'd covered with tinsel and bits of colored paper, a box of ornaments from the dollar store. - Scenes From a Marriage: A Month of Sundays
Can you spot all the Easter Eggs? (Wrong holiday, I know, but...)
As we used to say in the olden times.... &hearts, and to all a good night.
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