The next morning Jack sat in the bay window watching the snow fall in a thick blanket. He heard the ticking of a clock matching his heartbeat. A fire was roaring in the hearth. The flames rose higher with the clock until a soft face formed in the fire. The flames around the face formed holly leaves.
The face blew out a wisp of smoke that twisted itself into a word.
The scent of smoke caused Jack to sharply turn and stare at the fireplace. Just before he turned around the face disappeared. The word did not. Jack watched as the letters that formed his sister's name disappeared.
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