He sits in his chair in the corner. From his vantage point he can see the plain white envelope propped up against a bottle of cheap scotch. It was on the doormat when he had returned from the liquor store and as soon as he saw the handwriting on the front he knew it was a Christmas card from Her. He had left both the bottle and the card unopened and retreated to the sanctuary of his easy chair. Now he has a choice, sit and stare at the corner of the room where the Christmas tree should be or open the envelope and the scotch and drink himself to sleep.
They bought the Christmas tree together, not last year but the one before. There was a little store at the end of the street and she had called him to go and meet her. It wasn’t the best tree, it was plastic and cheap and they were broke. It was all they could afford but it was their tree. They bought it together so why did she get to take it with her? He remembers her smile as he made decorations from the colour wheels from the hardware store. He remembers the soft glow of the fairy lights on her pale skin. He remembers the sex.
Looking over at the kitchen table he wonders why she’d be sending him a Christmas card. He knows it’ll have one of her God awful catch up letters she sends every year. Only this time his name won’t be mentioned it’ll be the name of the new boyfriend and news of the plush new apartment and fulfilling new job and some other bullshit he’s not a party to anymore. He walks over to the table and watches the card fall flat as he picks up the bottle, grabs the cleanest dirty glass from the drainer and returns to his chair. He raises his glass and toasts her a silent fuck you.
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