Mildred needed a coat. The zipper didn’t close, and even the gentlest breeze would find it’s way to freeze her skin. Winter lay before her and New Year always came with blizzards.
Pushing her cart brimming with summer dresses she edged closer to the shop’s window,
Window shopping had another meaning compared to last year. The warmth of Richard’s hands lingered like phantom pains, and she could hear herself purring:
‘I love that necklace, darling’.
Then came the hospital bills, his funeral, and being left with nothing.
‘I would love that winter-coat’..
She saw herself; smiling in reflection.
The image this week told me a sad story again. I think many of us fear how an accident or illness can pull us down to a point where we never thought we’d be.
Friday Fictioners gather around the same image every week and exercise in the task of storytelling in only 100 words. Rochelle try to keep it all together, setting an example and inspire with her writing.
December 28, 2016