Marvin dug through his grocery cart. He knew he had that gift there somewhere. He finally pulled out the single pink glove. He handed it to Charlotte. “Merry Christmas,” he said, his smile highlighting the many lines on his weathered face.
Charlotte took the glove and held it tight. She gave his cheek a brief kiss. “Thank you,” she said. She tried to slip it onto her swollen hand, but it barely covered her crooked fingers. “It’s perfect,” she said, “but I’ve got nothing for you.”
“I’m used to nothing,” said Marvin. Charlotte looked like she was about to cry. “But I’ve got a whole lot now that I’ve found you.”
With that he held out his hand and Charlotte grabbed it with her pink gloved one. They began to dance under the stars to music that only they could hear, trying keep warm in a colder and colder world.
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