The Choirboy
The boy leaned against the gnarled trunk of the ancient oak in the churchyard.
The midnight Christmas Eve service had ended, and the choir were leaving via the vestry door.
He loved this time of year. He loved the carols, Christmas trees and decorations. Most of all he loved to see the happy people.
The boy was waiting for his best friends, Alex and Pat.
Eventually, they appeared. Alex’s hair had turned grey, and Pat had a beard.
As his friends walked past him, the boy wondered, would he have grey hair or a beard if he’d grown old?
The Choirboy is my entry for the 2018 edition of the Advent Ghosts Flash Fiction Event run by Loren Eaton.
For more details about Advent Ghosts please check out Loren’s blog at isawlightningfall.blogspot.com
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