Write on Wednesday is back over at Ink, Paper, Pen and this weeks prompt is 'The stories a tree could tell'.
The only light came from the twinkling of the tree as it shimmered and changed colour softly.
Darkness wrapped itself around the house.
The air seemed saturated with silence broken only by a deep sigh as the Collie, resting his head on her knee looked up at her with deep brown eyes.
Sensing her sadness.
Feeling the emptiness.
She looked around, unsure of what to do.
The traditional rituals of this precious day seemed to mock her.
Glitter didn't sparkle on the path this year leading reindeer to her door.
Bucks Fizz, a Christmas treat which always terrified her as she struggled to open the bottle rested untouched in the fridge.
Presents, gaily wrapped in a multitude of colours sat beneath the tree waiting for hands that wouldn't come to rip the paper and bows from them.
The events of the last year trickled through her mind like the persistent drip of a tap.
Memories hovered briefly before falling and being washed away even as the next trembled in anticipation of the fall.
Happy memories. Moments of complete joy. Of wonder and rightness.
Swept away as insubstantial as tiny drops of water.
Holding onto the memories was as futile as trying to capture the droplets in her hand, they slid through her fingers and evaporated in the warmth of her body.
The lights from the tree blurred and became one as she lent across to turn them off.