Monday Microfiction: "All That Glitters Isn’t Green"

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This week's microfiction is a 150-word story about disillusionment.

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All That Glitters Isn't Green

It was a green Christmas; there was neither snow nor sleet, nor even bare branches, but an excess of evergreen trees that had withstood the pull of autumn. To me, it was a glorious day of wreaking green-eyed envy, for there I was, sitting on the front porch swing and exchanging gifts with the handsome and athletic Jack Gilbreth. His grass-green sweater brought out the green specks of his eyes; I told him as much, hoping he would say something similar about my blue dress, but boys rarely notice such things.

He ripped the snowman-covered wrapping paper from his gift (a leather watch); I daintily peeled the green-and-red plaid paper from mine. I blinked. Was this a joke? I held a five-dollar box of chocolates (tag still attached), half-crushed and clearly purchased last-minute at the corner drugstore on his way over. Money doesn’t matter…except it does matter a bit.

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