Are You Coming Over?
The table was set just as it had been for more than sixty years. The place settings grew from two to thirteen in the early years, but for more than forty years, it had been set for two. Marjorie sat at the table and lightly spread orange marmalade on her toast and looked out into the backyard that was once filled with laughter. Now, snow was starting to fall on long silent echos of the past. She looked across the table at the empty place setting. A silent tear trickled down her cheek.
When she was finished with her morning toast and glass of water, she washed her dishes, put everything away, and listened to the silence. The birds had left weeks earlier and her neighbor poisoned all the squirrels, so it was very quiet now. There used to be ten families of squirrels that would eat, chatter, run, and play all year long in her garden. Their happiness attracted the winter birds to the garden. She and Bill would sit for hours holding hands and watching the animals play as their child once had.
All was silent now. Their children all grown and long since moved away. Henry and Francis were lost in the war, cancer took Sally, and Benjamin was too busy with his children. She understood. That was the way life worked. Still, it would be nice to hear from him once in a while. She was so tired of the quiet. So very tired.
A light knock on the door caught her by surprise.
“Just a moment,” she called out.
When she opened the door, a little girl in a white summer dress stood on her door step and shivered.
“Goodness,” Marjorie said, “Who are you, and why are you out here in the cold without a coat?”
The girl rubbed her arms and said, …
To Be Continued
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