Waiting was written for Friday Fictioneers. Many thanks, Rochelle!
Waiting
The coffee is fresh and waiting with a plate of his favorite brown butter cookies.
Only a few flurries linger, the storm’s lifeblood drained. Usually he’s here by now to plow my driveway, accept a cup of warming coffee, before hovering in awkward silence until saying, finally, “I’m sorry” and returning to his wife.
Twenty years of a pathetic routine I’ve clung to. Never been more. Just coffee, cookies and brief nostalgic companionship.
A flicker of worry, before sleep, waking and then the news. Good Samaritan Killed.
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As desolate as the storm. Well done
Thank you so much, Neil!
Not a lot of hope in this story. Melancholy that mirrors the prompt perfectly.
Thank you, Iain! 🙂
Tragic in more ways than one. I wonder what will happen with her now that he’s gone? Good storytelling, Sascha.
Thank you so much! 🙂
You’re welcome!
I worried this would end this way… Very Remains of the Day…
Thank you, Dale. Another story posted on the same day has a woman wielding a Louisville slugger…which may be a bit more upbeat…. 🙂
Dear Sascha,
Such a sad piece and an even sadder ending. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you so much, Rochelle! 🙂
It is tragic that his life ended. However, I do think it is time for her to get beyond her driveway and find a real relationship.