Miracle Beans: A short story by Shubricca L Bell.

So, it’s the holiday season, and I just love writing short stories inspired by this time of year. One of my favorite things to do this time of year is cuddle up with a cup of hot chocolate and marshmallows and watch Christmas movies, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It also gives me a sense of hope. Miracles happen everyday, but this special time of year reminds us of the greatest miracle of all, Jesus Christ. It also reminds us to be thankful, kind, and compassionate.

I truly enjoy this time of year, it’s my favorite-the weather, the spirit. This time of year makes me feel all good things, and I want to share some of these amazing feels with you. So, without further ado, this holiday season, I present to you “Pay it forward,” A Christmas short story by yours truly. Happy Holidays and God bless. 

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Part 1: Pay it forward

Linda walked into her favorite coffee shop. “Good Morning, Linda,” Mrs. Osborne said, with a cheerful smile. She was hanging decorations on the Christmas tree. “Good morning, Mrs. Osborne. This tree is absolutely stunning,” Linda said. 

“Thank you. I just need to put some finishing touches on it, but I have your cappuccino ready for you. Let me go grab it,” Mrs. Osborne said, as she went to grab the drink. She came back and handed the coffee to Linda. “Your holiday favorite; peppermint mocha cappuccino,” Mrs. Osborne said. 

“Oh, you know me so well,” Linda said, before taking a sip. “Mmm, mmm! I don’t know what kind of magic you do behind those counters Mrs. Osborne, but you have the best coffee in Black Mountain.” “Thank you, but it’s not magic, it’s “Miracle beans”. I just love that slogan you created for us,” Mrs. Osborne said. 

“I’m so glad,” Linda said, with a smile. Hey, where’s Mr. Osborne?” “He’s in the back getting the rest of the ornaments off the shelf,” Mrs. Osborne said. “Oh, well tell him hello. I have to get to the office,” Linda said, as she handed Mrs. Osborne a twenty dollar bill. 

“Oh, let me get your change,” Mrs. Osborne said. “No, keep it. Save it for the next customer, or two,” Linda said. “Paying it forward, huh?” I love it,” Mrs. Osborne said. 

“Tis the season,” Linda said. “Thank you. Same time, tomorrow?” Mrs. Osborne said. “I’ll be here,” Linda said, before walking out the door. As she walked out, she bumped into a handsome gentleman. 

He was holding his daughter’s hand. She spilled coffee on his coat. “Oh my goodness. I’m so sorry,” Linda said. She gave the man a few napkins out of her purse. 

“It’s okay,” he said, as he wiped his coat with the napkins. “That was expensive,” the man said. “I know, I can pay for you to get it dry cleaned if you’d like. I can tell it’s a really expensive coat.” “I’m not talking about the coat. 

I’m talking about the drink. I know good coffee when I smell it. Come back inside. I’ll buy you another one, the man said. “There’s no need, I’m running late for work, but are you sure that you’re okay?” Linda said. 

“I’m fine,” he said. “Daddy, can we go inside. It’s freezing out here,” the little girl said. “Sure, baby. Go inside, daddy’s right behind you.

I’ll be in, in a minute,” the man said. “My daughter, Abby. I’m John,” he said, before holding out his hand. Linda shook his hand. “Nice to meet you John, I’m Linda.” 

The two smiled at each other for a few seconds. “I’ve got to get to work,” Linda said. “Daddy!” the little girl said, in an impatient tone. “I gotta go, too. Boss calls,” he said. 

“Bye,” Linda said. “See ya,” John said. “Welcome to “Magic Beans,” Mrs. Osborne said. “Thank you,” John said. Then there was a big thump and clinging noises. 

Mrs. Osborne ran to the back. “Is everything okay?” John said. “No, my husband has fallen off the ladder.” John rushed to the back, and Abby followed. The box of Christmas ornaments had fallen all over the floor. 

“I’m a doctor. Let me help,” John said, before examining Mr. Osborne. Ouch! Careful doc!” Mr. Osborne said. “Well the good news is, nothing’s broken, but the bad news is you did sprang your ankle, so you’ll need to be off of your feet for at least a week, and you’ll need to use an ice pack to help with the inflammation. 

If you don’t mind, I would like for you to come by the hospital, for some X-Rays.” “Wait, I thought that you said, nothing is broken,” Mrs. Osborne said. “It’s not, as far as I can tell. The X-rays are more of a precautionary measure, just in case,” John said. Abby picked up the ornaments off the floor. 

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Mrs. Osborne said. “You’re welcome,” Abby said. Anthony, a server at the coffee shop came in for his shift. “What happened?” he said. Mrs. Osborne explained, and asked if he could take over for the day. 

“Of course,” Anthony said. Anthony and John helped Mr. Osborne to the car. “I’m coming, honey,” Mrs. Osborne said. Anthony and John came back inside. “Thank you so much, doctor.

What do we owe you?” Mrs. Osborne said. “Call me John. This my daughter Abby, and you don’t owe me anything. I would like purchase a black coffee and a hot chocolate though,” he said. “Coming right up,” Anthony said. 

“It’s already paid for,” Mrs. Osborne said. “No, it’s fine. I’ll pay. You really don’t owe me anything. I’m just happy that I could help,” John said. 

“Well, if it makes you feel any better doc, I mean, John. It’s not on the house. One of my regulars paid it forward, for a customer or two,” Mrs. Osborne said. “Did the customer happen to be, the woman that left here not too long ago?” John said. “Her name is Linda, daddy,” Abby said. 

John smiled. I knew that, but you were inside. How did you know that?” John said. “Well we may have been eavesdropping a smidgen,” Mrs. Osborne said. “But to answer your question, yes, it was Linda,” Mrs. Osborne said. 

Anthony handed John and Abby their drinks. “Well, we’re headed to the hospital. What time will you be in?” Mrs. Osborne said, to John. “I’m going to drop Abby off at school, and I’ll be on my way. After the radiologist takes your X-Rays, I should be in to discuss the results with the two of you,” John said. 

“Thank you, John,” Mrs. Osborne said. “You’re welcome,” he said. 

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