A Short Story by Lost Rose

Noelle Angelica was thinking about Giftson Caspar again. Giftson was a daring man with brown eyes and red hair,he had been forced to leave the village when they were in middle school.

Noelle walked over to the window and reflected on her wonderland surroundings. She had always loved her winter cottage with its lovely, christmas trees. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel happy.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the daring figure of Giftson Caspar.

Noelle gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a lovable, wild, babysitter with pretty eyes and brown hair. Her old friends saw her as a fake, plastic doll, which was due to her abusive mother whom wanted her to be the 'perfect child'.

But not even a lovable person who had once been abused, was prepared for what Giftson had in store today.

The snow flurried like running wolves, making her calm. Noelle grabbed her book that had been strewn nearby; and massaged it with her fingers.

As Noelle stepped outside and Giftson came closer, she could see the grated glint in his eye.

Giftson gazed with the affection of 5336 splendid elves. ''I-i-'' stuttered Noelle. He said, in hushed tones, ''Do not worry i am back.''

Noelle looked back, even more nervous and still fingering the book. "H-h-hi," she stuttered nervously.

They looked at each other.

Noelle regarded Giftson's pretty eyes and red hair. "Ha! it's so funny when you are speechless'' replied Giftson with a delighted grin.

Giftson looked at her, his emotions blushing wildly.

Then both went inside for a nice mug of cocoa.

THE END