Hire
Writers
Editors
Home Tour About Read What's New Help Forums Join
My Account Login
Shop
Save
Support
E
Book
Store
Learn
About
Jesus
  



The HOME for Christian writers! The Home for Christian Writers!
The Official Writing Challenge

BACK TO
CHALLENGE
MAIN

INSTRUCTIONS

how it works
submission rules
guidelines for
choosing a level

ENTRIES

submit your entry
read current entries
read past entries
challenge winners



Our Daily Devotional HERE
Place it on your site or
receive it daily by email.





TRUST JESUS TODAY

TRY THE TEST



Share
how it works   Submit

Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: It’s Christmas Day (in the present or living memory) (11/27/08)

TITLE: 11:59 God
By Gail Koop
12/03/08


 LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
 SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
 ADD TO MY FAVORITES

The scraping woke them. But they stayed in bed a while, tucked in by their mother’s words ten hours earlier. “Okay, remember now. No sneaking, no peeking, no coming downstairs until Daddy and I give you the all clear.” Squelching the doubt that had begun to rise, Wanda continued to pray that Dave would come home with the bicycles.

Rubbing sleep from their eyes, the girls padded toward the windows in their feet pajamas. Quarter-sized flakes danced passed their faces, tufts forming on the outside sills.
Foreheads pressed against the cold glass, their breath created widening circles of fog. “It’s Christmas!” April’s voice was still throaty, almost a whisper. “And it’s snowing!” Gail’s brown eyes were saucers.

They spied their father below, shoveling the driveway. The ’65 Ford Fairlaine was still buried at the curb. Their dad, his black fedora and khaki trench coat now white, threw the heavy snow aside with a resignation that escaped the girls. Dave could feel his daughters watching. And their excitement dangled above his heavy heart like spun glass. With each heave, the familiar wave of regret pulled him under.

He never should have dropped out of dental school. But his had been a family that stuck together, did what they had to for each other. His older brother had been helping with tuition. But when his father started having trouble supporting his two younger sisters, Dave joined him in the dress factory. He’d been there ever since, a good fifteen years, hoisting an industrial steam iron. But a presser’s salary wasn’t enough. He’d had his weekend job as a short order cook almost as long as he’d been pressing. And it was at the diner just the night before that his hopes for this Christmas had been dashed.

On his break he called the last department store he’d applied to. “I’m really sorry, Mr. Fisher. But we had so many applications for credit this year, we had to be very selective.” When he hung up the phone he caught his image in the mirrored wall, a food-stained apron tied around his waist. Disgrace flooded him as he imagined the conversation, had he written “dentist” in the occupation field.

Now it was Christmas Day. And what waited under their Charlie Brown tree was a couple of Magic Slates and Slinkies. He cried inside, knowing the girls’ hearts would tumble when they found out they didn’t get the one thing they had asked for. What they wouldn’t know until they were grown was that the one thing their father really wanted to give them was the moon.

Dave shoveled the last of the snow into the street. He headed toward the side door when he heard a car pull into the driveway. Startled, he turned around, stuck the shovel in the snow and walked toward the shiny, white van. The driver’s side window opened.

“Hey, Davie. Merry Christmas!” It was Sam, who owned the diner.

“Sam! What the heck are you are doing here?”

Wanda came running out in her fuzzy slippers, hugging herself around the oversized terrycloth robe. A puff of bacon-scented air followed her.

The portly man opened the driver’s door and hopped onto a mound of snow. “Davie, in all my years in the business, I’ve never met a guy as dedicated to work and family as you are. I don’t think you’ve missed a day of work in a decade!” Sam walked to the back of the van, opened the double doors and reached in. He pulled out a gleaming red Schwinn, then a green one. Each had a huge, white bow tied to the handlebars, which matched the long, white streamers. “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation last night. I don’t usually give out bonuses, Dave, but consider this yours.”

Dave tried to speak, but the words skidded past his mouth.

Wanda wrapped her arms around Sam’s burly frame. “Oh, Sam, bless your heart!” Deep within her own, she gave thanks. Forgive me for doubting you.

Finally, Dave managed, “Sam, I don’t know what to say.”

“No need to say anything, buddy. Enjoy your family.”

As the van disappeared into the winter landscape, Dave and Wanda craned their necks toward the screeching above them. April and Gail had opened the windows. Their heads stuck out, mouths agape, eyes lit like sparklers. Tears made tiny pinholes in the snow as the parents, in perfect harmony, called to their daughters. “Okay girls. All’s clear.”


The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.


This article has been read 557 times
Member Comments
Member Date
Janice Fitzpatrick12/04/08
Oh, this is so good, so heartfelt and touching. I love this and your descriptions and comparisons of emotion and the characters! Good job!! God bless your writing!:0))
Diana Dart 12/04/08
Great, great story. Good character development and wonderful descriptions of the kids staring out the window. Very nice.
Karlene Jacobsen 12/08/08
"Dave tried to speak, but the words skidded past his mouth."
I loved that! I could see this man hurting so over not being able to give his girls "the moon" and his speechless reaction to his boss's generosity.
Well done!

Sharlyn Guthrie12/11/08
Excellent entry! I love your title, too. Congratulations on your EC! I see this is your first challenge entry, too. What an accomplishment!
Loren T. Lowery12/11/08
Almost the 12th hour, but not quite...a good story, well told. Your writing is, in very believable and authentic. Congratulations on you placement! And, if this is your first entry, welcome to FW.

Loren
Karlene Jacobsen 12/11/08
Congratulations on your placement. It is well deserved.
The competition in Advanced is tough, and you pulled it off wonderfully.
Angela M. Baker-Bridge12/11/08
Excellent story, well deserved EC! My mom owned a dress factory and you brought me back there, watching my grandfather and the other pressers. Congratulations.
DiAnna Steele12/11/08
Gail, I felt every bit of this story...the mother's nervous hope, the children's excitement, the dad's despair, even the glee of the generous boss! What a heart-warming tale! Nicely done. Congrats on your EC!