it doesn't feel like christmas.
It doesn’t feel like Christmas. Sure, it’s been snowing outside for a few hours, and the same five Christmas songs have been playing on repeat on the radio for weeks now, and every single advert on the television for the past few months has been promoting Christmas shopping, but that doesn’t mean that it feels like Christmas. Which is perhaps why she has come here, to this club in the centre of town. She is in search of a little Christmas spirit, something to fill her heart with, if not joy, then something other than the horrible, empty void that has sat in her chest for uncountable months. She doubts she will find it, but it is worth a try. Flashing, multi-coloured lights and pounding music spill out onto the pavement as she approaches the front door. It makes her feel dizzy already, and she has not even entered yet. A wave of her ID, a deep breath, a steeled resolve, and she is through the doors and into the pulsing, flashing, thumping frenzy of the nightclub, stumbling