If I hear Jingle Bells one more time…’ Gemma muttered to herself as she paid for her sprouts and turkey dinner-for-one, keen to escape the piped music and Christmas Eve shoppers.
It was Gemma’s first Christmas alone. She was supposed to be going to her sister’s, but they’d all come down with flu.
‘I miss you so much, Mum,’ Gemma sighed.
She’d lost her mother two years ago, and Christmas brought back bittersweet memories. As
