Present Day
While searching through boxes of decorations, the memory of last December 25th pulled him back. Mica experienced a subtle ache for what had been and what would never be, his life having undergone a number of big changes since then. And though some of them had been considerably scary he wouldn’t even think of trading what he had now for what he had then, a sense of calm settling over him.
Mica laid the fake tree back in the box. For a handful of years it had served its purpose, bringing a little cheer to his apartment as well as his life, and he saw no reason for that to end now. Especially since the ultimate desire has been quenched. Grabbing the box, he wove through the attic’s other treasures, mementoes from past generations, stirring up a cloud of dust. Maybe someday he’d
