As part of the holiday celebration this year, and serving as a gift for my nieces, I wrote this short horror tale.
Eleonora wondered, what had mom meant by it? Her mom had said
that the best big sister is the one who is truly big for her little siblings.
What did mom mean? Eleonora was eleven years old. Her little sister was
born almost two years ago. Almost two Christmases ago. Little Elvira.
Like Elvira Madigan, the nickname of a Mozart symphony both mom and
dad liked. Eleonora wondered why she’d been named Eleonora but hadn’t
really got an answer. Maybe mom and dad didn’t know why they named
her Eleonora. Whatever …