Today we cover both W and X, and I offer proof-positive of the lengths to which I will go to avoid using ‘xmas’ as a word. Chemistry puns… whee!
Happy Christmas Eve Eve!
Xe and We: A Love Story
There’s nothing like a winter walk. Wading through snow, trail of footprints behind. And the best walks?
Are with Xenon.
We’ve been friends for years. We first met, I think, in middle school. When other kids were whispering, Xenon was on my side. When no one else would joke with me, Xenon was always a gas. And when I wised up — when I really understood — that Xenon existed, things changed. High school was easier, for sure. Xenophobic friends were easier to ignore. And all those wild office parties where I would’ve wandered like a weirdo while they all xeroxed their wazoos? Not with Xenon there.
These days, Xe offers perspective. When I’m worried about my woes, or wondering about all that is wrong with the world, I remember how long Xenon’s been around. Xe’s seen it all, man. Mind you, Xenon can also put you to sleep, but you always waken refreshed.
So, as the year winds down, I walk in the woods, wisps of mist in the willows. And with me? Xenon. Noble to the end, wreathing white light into the new year.
For the month of December, my goal is to post a piece of festive flash fiction here to the blog every day. Twenty-five stories, each 250 words or fewer — a little fictional festivity to brighten the darkest month of the year. For readers, I offer these stories as a moment of peace within a hectic month of busy. And keep your eyes peeled for the odd flash of fiction from writer friends!