I still haven’t properly recuperated from the last weekend, so today’s story is another short one. Not to worry, there will be longer ones a coming. Just not today 😉
Also, this is the first of these written in present tense. Why? Perhaps you’ll also understand after you read.
I hope you enjoy!
Laurie lies the blanket upon the snow. Wrapped in a thick shawl, she settles upon it. Her head bears a snug hat that covered her ears. Her hands are well ensconced in thick woolen mittens. All of these, she has made by hand.
The air is cool, but not brutally so. There is no harsh wind to help the chill seep into her old bones. She is well prepared to spend the next few hours here with her husband. This will be there sixty-fifth Christmas together.
From her bag, she pulls forth two mugs and a thermos. The hot cocoa steams as heat met cold; the thick and creamy liquid fills the cups to the very brim.
“Merry Christmas, Al,” she offers to the tombstone before her and drinks deep.
May inspiration flow like ink upon your quill,
© 2015. Faith Rivens.