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adventdrabblesTitle: 'Comfort And Joy'
Fandom: Original Fiction
Characters: Original
Rating: G
It wasn't that the walk was long; it was only about eight blocks. It was that the walk was so cold. Especially now, with winter coming on. The wind was whipping eagerly, tugging at an overcoat and trouser legs. Icy keys slipped from frigid fingers. They landed on the porch with a clang, lightly muted by the welcome mat.
"Damn." Ben heaved a sigh as he juggled his papers. He stooped, snatching the keys up again. "That's what I get for forgetting my gloves in the teachers' lounge again."
He let himself in, tossing the keys into a bowl that rested on a table in the entryway. A scent brushed his nose, and he sniffed curiously.
"Evie?" Evelyn shouldn't be home quite yet; she usually ran errands on Friday afternoons. "That's odd," Ben mumbled, following the aroma into the kitchen.
A note sat on the counter. He picked it up, smiling at Evelyn's elaborate cursive. In a world that refused to teach penmanship in schools any longer, she stubbornly clung to what she'd learned in her own childhood. It was just another reason why he loved her.
Ben:
The cookies should be done by the time you get home. And I've got cocoa going in the slow cooker. Help yourself, before you start grading those essays you told me about.
I'll be home soon. Love you!
E.
Ben sighed again, this time happily. "Evie, you're an angel," he murmured, taking the cookies out of the oven. He took up a ladle, spooning some cocoa into a mug, and dropping in a few miniature marshmallows. Bringing the mug up, he let the steam wash over his still cold face, inhaling the comforting chocolate smell. "What would I do without you," he asked, sliding some cookies onto a plate.
Fandom: Original Fiction
Characters: Original
Rating: G
It wasn't that the walk was long; it was only about eight blocks. It was that the walk was so cold. Especially now, with winter coming on. The wind was whipping eagerly, tugging at an overcoat and trouser legs. Icy keys slipped from frigid fingers. They landed on the porch with a clang, lightly muted by the welcome mat.
"Damn." Ben heaved a sigh as he juggled his papers. He stooped, snatching the keys up again. "That's what I get for forgetting my gloves in the teachers' lounge again."
He let himself in, tossing the keys into a bowl that rested on a table in the entryway. A scent brushed his nose, and he sniffed curiously.
"Evie?" Evelyn shouldn't be home quite yet; she usually ran errands on Friday afternoons. "That's odd," Ben mumbled, following the aroma into the kitchen.
A note sat on the counter. He picked it up, smiling at Evelyn's elaborate cursive. In a world that refused to teach penmanship in schools any longer, she stubbornly clung to what she'd learned in her own childhood. It was just another reason why he loved her.
Ben:
The cookies should be done by the time you get home. And I've got cocoa going in the slow cooker. Help yourself, before you start grading those essays you told me about.
I'll be home soon. Love you!
E.
Ben sighed again, this time happily. "Evie, you're an angel," he murmured, taking the cookies out of the oven. He took up a ladle, spooning some cocoa into a mug, and dropping in a few miniature marshmallows. Bringing the mug up, he let the steam wash over his still cold face, inhaling the comforting chocolate smell. "What would I do without you," he asked, sliding some cookies onto a plate.
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