Heat against her back, Esther weeded her front garden. She spotted a young man, walking along the usually empty road. In his hand, a pink zinnia. She stood. He held up the flower. “I found it growing wild!”
Her son would have been his age. Still, Esther smiled. “Beautiful!”
He grinned, soon disappearing from sight.
David. She returned to weeding, murmuring his name, which soothed her even as tears slipped down her face and dropped into the earth.
Her son would have been his age. Still, Esther smiled. “Beautiful!”
He grinned, soon disappearing from sight.
David. She returned to weeding, murmuring his name, which soothed her even as tears slipped down her face and dropped into the earth.
