“I’d like a cup of hot chocolate, please.”
She’d walked out of the nursing home, no interest in the craft for the day. She couldn’t handle origami and hated working with glitter.
So here she sat on Christmas Eve day. Across from a young couple who chatted quietly, packages beside them. She remembered those kind of stolen moments with Ben. Their kids home with the sitter, last minute shopping done.
She sipped the sweetness, eyes closed, remembering.
“Mrs. Ambrose? You need to come back now.” She pulled the old coat closer to her chest and walked back across the street.
Word Count: 100 Photo credit: Jean L Hayes. Story motivated by Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers photo. Thank you Rochelle, for your work this past year and here’s to an inspirational 2016!