I had a tough time paring this one down to 100 words. It feels like it wants to be much longer.
The Little Christmas Ball, by Amy Friedman
Shimmy shivered in her little straw bed, trying to find a bit of warmth. “Glassy – are you here?” she whispered.
“Yes,” a whisper came back. Glassy had been near since Shimmy was born, and was near still. “I’m scared,” said Shimmy. “Just believe … I do,” said Glassy.
Suddenly a bright light appeared. Cold shifted to warmth. Shimmy heard a friendly crackling sound, and then a hand reached for her.
“Glassy!” Shimmy gasped, frightened. “TREE!” Glassy whispered back. Shimmy watched Glassy sail to a perfect branch, then felt herself soar, landing gently next to Glassy.
“I believe,” Shimmy sighed.