A hand appeared pointing at the cup and a gentle voice said “Mary that’s my name too, would you like to come home with me?”
A barista had scrawled her name onto the cup, that’s why Mary rescued it from the bin hoping it would be lucky. Sheltering in the doorway beneath her bags and cardboard, her trembling skeletal hands lifted the cup pressing the lipstick smeared rim against her cracked lips. It stung, but better to feel pain than the penetrating cold. She imagined being that other Mary, sipping Gingerbread lattes, partying with friends and being happy and warm.
A hand appeared pointing at the cup and a gentle voice said “Mary that’s my name too, would you like to come home with me?”
Dee Lorraine
17/12/2021 04:06:51 am
Warms my heart, Ian.
Sandra James
17/12/2021 10:41:26 am
I agree with Dee and Jim, heartwarming and a very sweet ending. Lovely story, Ian 🙂
Samantha Lynne
17/12/2021 02:52:27 pm
Homelessness breaks my heart so I loved this ending Ian. Even though I was tearing up I smiled.
Sue Clayton
18/12/2021 03:21:06 am
The previous comments say it all, Ian.
Ian Mitchell
18/12/2021 12:03:21 pm
Thank you everyone for your kind comments. I'm glad you all liked it.
Marjan Sierhuis
18/12/2021 11:42:58 pm
A lovely ending, Ian. Comments are closed.
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