Clara’s Christmas Wish: Part 21

21. Dezember 2015 at 06:22 (Clara's Christmas Wish) (, , , , , )

This story works like an Advent calendar – until the 24th of December, I will publish a part of this story each day. Please start your reading with Part 1.

“What do you want for Christmas then?” Clara wanted to know.
“I want a doll’s house. Every girl in my class gets one this year,” Marlene answered, her eyes dreamy. “There is a pretty, pretty one on sale at the mall. I hope Santa knows.”
“He certainly does. But are you really one hundred percent sure that you don’t want an elephant to come to our house on Christmas Eve instead? You could feed him an apple, you know?”
“Nooo, I don’t want an elephant. Nobody will believe me anyway,” Marlene said, her eyelids drooping.
“And what if he went by Justin’s house, too, and woke him up?” Clara proposed.
“He will think it’s just a dream,” Marlene said. And fell asleep in Clara’s arms.

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Clara’s Christmas Wish: Part 20

20. Dezember 2015 at 06:20 (Clara's Christmas Wish) (, , , , , , , , )

This story works like an Advent calendar – until the 24th of December, I will publish a part of this story each day. Please start your reading with Part 1.

“So, you don’t want to play a trick on Justin? On Christmas Eve?” Clara probed, brow furrowed.
“Nooo,” Marlene exclaimed again, “Justin is my friend! You don’t play tricks on friends.” She shook her head vigorously.
“But you still want your Christmas wish to come true, don’t you? Having an elephant as your friend?”
Marlene giggled. “Santa can’t bring me an elephant, stupid,” she managed to splutter. “An elephant is far too big for the sleigh. The reindeers can’t carry an elephant.” She was still giggling.
“But what if the reindeer were magic?” Clara asked hopefully.
“Then Santa can’t get the elephant through the chimney,” Marlene said, yawning suddenly.

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Clara’s Christmas Wish: Part 19

19. Dezember 2015 at 06:02 (Clara's Christmas Wish) (, , , , , )

This story works like an Advent calendar – until the 24th of December, I will publish a part of this story each day. Please start your reading with Part 1.

When Clara came home, Marlene was already lying in bed, eyes wide open.
“Hi Marlene!” Clara went over and sat on Marlene’s blanket. “How was your last day of school before the Christmas break?”
Marlene sat up and scrambled onto Clara’s lap. “It was great,” she said. Clara brushed Marlene’s hair out of her eyes.
“Nobody was mean to you? Nobody teased you?” Clara prompted.
“Noooo, we played games and Justin even gived me a gingerbread man!” Marlene smiled up at her sister happily.
“The same Justin who teased you about the elephant three weeks ago gave you a gingerbread man?” Clara’s face fell.
“Yes, me and Justin are friends now,” Marlene said, beaming.

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Clara’s Christmas Wish: Part 18

18. Dezember 2015 at 06:08 (Clara's Christmas Wish) (, , , , , )

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“Oh no, of course not,” Clara declared. “I really just meant that we could take them for a walk…” She buried her fists in her coat pockets.
“Together? Just the two of us and the elephants?”
“Well, yes… I mean, I won’t be working tomorrow, but maybe you could take them to town after the last show and then we’ll wander the streets together?” Surely it wouldn’t hurt if Marlene accompanied them. It wasn’t like a date or anything.
“You got it! It’s a date!” Jim grinned broadly again, while Clara sighed inwardly.
“Okay, so let’s say ten o’clock at the bus stop on Main Street?” Clara proposed.
“Do you live nearby?” Jim asked nervously.
“Kind of. I have to leave now, see you tomorrow!” Clara cried more cheerfully than she actually felt and waved Jim goodbye. Maybe her Christmas wish had to be repaid by getting an unwanted boyfriend…

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Clara’s Christmas Wish: Part 17

17. Dezember 2015 at 06:22 (Clara's Christmas Wish) (, , , , , )

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Clara giggled as the baby elephant clumsily reached for the apple, its hot breath warming her hand for a moment, before it succeeded in stuffing the apple into its mouth.

For the next few days, Clara spent some of her hard-earned money on buying apples for the two grey giants. Jim flashed his broad grin at her every time she walked by and joined her for the apple-feeding sessions in the dark December evenings. Only on the 23rd she dared to let him in on her secret plan.
„Do you think the elephants might fancy a walk on Christmas Eve? It must be horrible to be locked up all the time,“ Clara asked Jim, frowning.
„What do you mean?“ Jim stared at her. „You don’t want me to set them free, do you? Are you one of those crazy animal liberation girls?“

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Clara’s Christmas Wish: Part 16

16. Dezember 2015 at 06:08 (Clara's Christmas Wish) (, , , , , , )

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Jim’s face lit up. “I sure can,” he replied. And before she could protest, he had taken her by the hand again. He pulled her over to another cage. The elephants, also a mother and her baby, were still wide awake. The mother elephant shifted her weight uneasily from one foot to the other while her baby was nervously groping for her trunk with its own little one. Clara didn’t have to be an expert on animals to see that they didn’t feel comfortable in their tiny cage.
“Are they very shy?” she asked Jim.
“Depends,” he chuckled. “If you give them apples, they’ll be less shy.” Out of nowhere, he produced two shiny apples with rosy cheeks and put one in each of Clara’s hands. Clara hesitated – she had never fed any animals that were that big. “Go on, they won’t bite,” Jim said, nudging her to take a step forward.

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Clara’s Christmas Wish: Part 15

15. Dezember 2015 at 06:09 (Clara's Christmas Wish) (, , , , , , , , , )

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Five days before Christmas, just when Clara thought to herself that maybe Jim was too shy to talk to her, he surprised her. He walked up to her as she was stowing away the broom and dustpan and said, “Come on, I want to show you something really cute.”
He stretched out his hand and waited patiently for her to take it. Physical contact wasn’t a part of her initial plan, but well, that was the human element she hadn’t been able to account for. “Sure,” she replied. His hand was warm and covered with weals from shovelling the animals’ dirt away all day long.
He led her to one of the cages and pointed his flashlight at something. “Look, that’s who lioness Rina returns to after the show,” he whispered while a lion cub watched them out of tiny, sleepy eyes, safely snuggled into his mother’s fur.
“That’s really sweet,” Clara cooed. “Could you show me the elephants, too?”

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Clara’s Christmas Wish: Part 14

14. Dezember 2015 at 06:06 (Clara's Christmas Wish) (, , , , , , , )

This story works like an Advent calendar – until the 24th of December, I will publish a part of this story each day. Please start your reading with Part 1.

One week before Christmas, Clara had completed phase one of attracting the attention of the young boy who tended to the animals’ needs. That phase had been the easy part, really – it consisted of utterly ignoring his existence. She had been introduced to everyone at the circus on her second day. She had shaken his hand and as their eyes met briefly, she could tell that she stood a chance to seduce him to, well, make her Christmas wish come true. Especially if she ignored him for a while.

Phase two was much trickier; also because Clara was secretly in love with somebody else. But for the sake of Marlene’s best Christmas ever she started to throw him looks when she left the circus tent, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

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Clara’s Christmas Wish: Part 13

13. Dezember 2015 at 06:01 (Clara's Christmas Wish) (, , , , , , )

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The days leading up to Christmas were passing quickly. For Clara it was school, then off to the circus and back home to work on her assignments and to do her household chores. Marlene was getting whinier every evening.
“You don’t have any time to play with me anymore…” she remarked, her lower lip trembling.
“I know, I know – but don’t you worry, everything will get better after Christmas,” Clara promised.
“But whyyyy do you have to work sooo much?” Marlene threw her thin arms around her sister’s waist and pressed her face into Clara’s stomach.
“Marlene, don’t tell anyone, but I’m doing this to save Christmas. If I don’t work, there won’t be any Christmas celebration,” Clara replied, hugging her sister back.
“I hate Christmas!” Marlene bit Clara into her thigh and ran up to her room.

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Clara’s Christmas Wish: Part 12

12. Dezember 2015 at 06:12 (Clara's Christmas Wish) (, , , , , , , , )

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“Sure, kid, just go to the lady who sells the tickets and tell her I said to give you twenty-five for cleaning,” the circus director announced and patted her on the shoulder, lifting his top hat with his other hand. “Good job, young lady!”
Clara was delighted that her plan had worked out so well. In fact, she was so happy she treated herself to a bus ride home. Her mother was furious when Clara returned. “I didn’t raise you to become an ungrateful brat!” she spat. “Go to your room and don’t come down again before you’re ready to apologise!”
Her father just stood there, a worried look on his face. She left before her mother could force him with a stern glance to say the usual listless “do what your mother tells you”.

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