Beneath the oak tree’s dappled shade, Oliver sips his coffee and remembers the car needs servicing.
Today is a good day, then; any cogent thought processes are a blessing these days.
Louisa waves from the kitchen window. Sometimes he’s not sure who she is, but he’s happy to accept she’s his wife because she’s kind, gentle and easily moved to tears.
A cloud momentarily eclipses the sun.
Oliver shivers; where’s his jacket?
There is much Oliver doesn’t understand these days, things that worry him.
Like whose car that is, parked on his drive…
That woman in the kitchen will know.
Friday Fictioneers, led by the admirable Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, invites 100 word stories in response to a photo prompt submitted by members of the group. Why not join us? 100 words though, or else…