Catching a glimpse of a legendary all-white reindeer is supposed to bring good luck.
Not for Georgia Greene.
As Georgia makes her way home for Christmas, a white reindeer dashes across the road in front of her, causing her to crash her car into a...
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Felix
It was that time of year again. Once Christmas celebrations were done, they began to take down all the farm's decorations. The decor inside the house would survive a bit longer—his mother insisted on keeping everything up until the traditional twelve days of Christmas had passed, another tradition of his father's family—but the ones outside that advertised the farm's wares were usually the first to go.
Despite the amount of work and the biting chill in the air, Felix did the job alone. Usually, they waited until the day after Christmas, but he couldn't wait. He needed a break from his mother. She had been practically bouncing around the house after he told her the news, and while he was secure in the decision, her constant carol-singing as she wandered around the house had started to drive him crazy. And so he exiled himself out into the cold for a reprieve.
While he was happy that she was happy, he just couldn't bring himself to partake in the same joy. It was good news, but for him, something cast a long shadow over everything...
Georgia.
How they had left things left a pit in his stomach. As he dragged the last sign up the driveway, up towards the barn, their last moments together played over and over in his mind. He was still kicking himself. He wished there was some way for him to make it right. He had even tried to call her sister to see if she was there—and willing to talk to him—but she was already gone.
He wasn't able to bring himself to ask for her cellphone number, as her sister had seemed wary of him—he figured she wouldn't have given it to him even if he had asked. Felix just had to accept that this was the end of it. Georgia had slipped away from him. There was no way she'd come back, even to see his mother, after he'd spoken to her like that.
Sighing he carried on dragging the sign, focusing on his menial task in hopes of putting the thought out of his mind...
As he walked, lightly scattered across the snowy ground. Headlights. Felix turned to see a car driving up the road that led to their farm. That wasn't so strange. While they weren't close, they did have neighbours.
But then the car turned up their driveway.
Felix frowned. It couldn't be some confused customer—Christmas was over. Though maybe, he thought, that it could be someone else whose holiday plans had been unfortunately delayed, wanting to throw a belated celebration. They still had a few trees left if they needed one.
But as the car got closer and the headlights weren't shining directly in his face, he realized that the car didn't belong to a stranger: it was a little red compact.
It was Georgia's car.
Georgia had come back.
Felix's heart began to thrum in his chest. He dropped the sign beside the barn door and began jogging towards the car as Georgia pulled up alongside the house. As she jumped out, she didn't seem to see him. She ran up the porch steps and began to knock on the back door. His mom was probably upstairs, singing away, unlikely to hear her.
