A Magical Evening

 A Magical Evening














Anna sighed as she strolled through her neighborhood. She had really wanted that macBook for Christmas, but all she had gotten was a small scarf. Well, at least it was from Gucci, but still, it wasn’t what she had wanted.


A street light in front of her suddenly started flickering. Startled, Anna took a step back. She then looked around, and realized that she didn’t know where she was. She had been so carried away by her thoughts, that she hadn’t even realized where she was going. 


“Are you lost?” she heard someone call out. Anna turned around and saw a girl about her age. Her blond hair was tied up in a messy ponytail and she was wearing a sweater, which seemed a size too big for her. 


“Yeah, I-I guess so,” Anna stammered. 


“Do you want to come inside?” the girl said, pointing to the house behind her. “It’s cold out here. I’m Emily, by the way.”


Before Anna could say anything, Emily started walking towards the house. Anna stood there for a moment and then hesitantly followed her in.


***


The paint from the walls was peeling off. The sofa was covered in patches, and seemed to creak, as she sat on it. There was a small Christmas tree in the corner, covered with rusted bells.


“That’s a lovely scarf you’re wearing,” Emily said.


“Oh, that’s just a small gift my parents gave me for Christmas,” Anna said, waving her hand, dismissively. “What did you get for Christmas?” 


“I told my mom not to buy me anything. We’re hardly able to pay the rent, as it is,” Emily said. Realizing that she had maybe shared too much, her face turned red.


“Oh,” Anna said, suddenly feeling embarrassed for being angry with her parents. She removed the scarf from her neck and gave it to Emily.


“Here, you can have it.”


“No, it’s your gift,” Emily said, her face still red.


“No, but, you should have it,” Anna said firmly. Emily hesitantly took the scarf, then wound it around her neck. Anna smiled, looking at the joy on Emily’s face.


“Anna!” Anna heard someone calling her from behind. She turned around, and found herself back on the street outside the house, her brother standing in front of her.


“Why didn’t you pick up my calls?” her brother said with an exasperated look on his face. “Mom and Dad were worried sick about you.”


“I, uh, guess my phone must have been on silent,” Anna said. She looked at the house behind her. Had she just been hallucinating?


***


“You’re still mad at them for not buying you a mac?” her brother asked, as they walked back home.


“Actually, I don’t care about the mac anymore. I’m going to donate some clothes and toys to the orphanage.”


Her brother raised an eyebrow. “Is that really you in there, Anna?”


Anna smiled. Maybe Emily and that house had been a figment of her imagination, but it had made her a different person.











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