Authors: Julia Llewellyn
‘Nicky?’ That soft voice. It was like an arrow through his heart.
‘How are you?’ he asked gruffly.
A tiny pause and then she said, ‘I’m fine. And you?’
‘Did you get my letters?’
‘Yes.’
‘Kylie, I’m sorry, I really am.’ He paused. ‘I miss you. I was an idiot. I’d do anything to make it up to you.’
A group of drunk office workers wearing Santa hats and tinsel staggered past him, arms around each other’s necks. ‘
God rest you merry gentlemen
.’
‘Can I come and visit?’ he asked.
A long pause.
‘
Good tidings of comfort and joy
,’ the workers sang.
‘I’d like it if you did,’ she said.
‘
Comfort and joy.
’
Fireworks exploded in Nick’s chest.
‘I’ll see you on Christmas morning,’ he said eagerly.
‘
Good tidings of comfort and joy.
’