......is it me or are bells ringing?......
They were walking arm in arm, just the two of them and their dog. Wrapped up warm; with gloves, scarf’s and hats. The air was so cold their breath drifted in front of them. Just as they approached the brow of the hill she said is it me or are bells ringing? They stopped to listen. The sound was just faint, but the closer to town they got the louder the sound. The sound of the bells filled the evening sky with a familiar and festive ring. The sound of hope; they shared a brief kiss before continuing their way home.
This piece heralded the first signs of Christmas for me. I never feel it until very very late in the season. This was an honest but non-sentimentalised take on the prompt. Really liked it.
ReplyDeleteThis is very simple and quite lovely.
ReplyDeleteLovely. Understated, but very Christmassy.
ReplyDeleteCould be any Sunday in autumn or winter... lovely pastoral scene.
ReplyDeleteA moment is time without any hype or glitz. Pure joy and pure Christmes.
ReplyDeleteLovely writing. I can picture the scene perfectly :)
ReplyDeleteYou've painted the sort of scene the reader wishes they were stood in. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteMakes you feel warm inside on a grey and rainy day :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely warm scene you have created here.
ReplyDeleteYou have set the scene for the season! I love the idea of the bells heralding all the wonders of Christmas. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteah, so sweet and tender. Loved it!
ReplyDeleteaww lovely and romantic :)
ReplyDeleteAnd what is Christmas without a bit of hope - lovely!
ReplyDeleteMine (better late than never) is at http://wp.me/p1cFoK-NY