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Every day, just before opening my cafe I would hear the tap-tap of her umbrella on the window.
‘Hello dear’, she would say as she walked in and hung her knitted hat and brolly on a hook.
She always did that!
She would study the menu for ages before calling me over. ‘Dish-of-the-day and a nice cup of tea, dear’, she would say.
She said that every time!
One day, when I placed her meal on the table, she seemed to be sleeping.
She never woke up.
It’s not my cafe anymore, but her knitted hat and umbrella still hang on the hook. I like that.
I’m certain she would too.
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Thanks to Jenne Gray and CEAyr for hosting The Unicorn Challenge
© Ayr/Gray
aw, that’s beautiful
That’s much appreciated, Beth.
Aww, a very beautiful story.
Thank you so much, Sadje.
You’re most welcome
You’ve been on the soppy pills again, haven’t you, Keef!
Sweet story, mon brave.
I have but fear not, I’ve almost used them up!
Thank you, kind sir.
You’re back! You’re back!
And with a lovely, sweet story.
Every lone old lady should have a cafe like that.
And not every cafe merits having a woolly hat and umbrella hanging as reminders of kindness shown.
I do believe I am! That was fiction, but in my bistro I had a late customer’s walking stick on the wall!
Just another reason why I adore you, dear Keith! Lovely story.
What a lovely thing to say, thank you from the bottom of my heart Nancy.
You are most welcome!
Deeply felt story Keith. You handled the end gracefully. Cheers.
Thank youi so much, Suzette.
Likely she came to be among people; I like it that she passed away doing what she enjoyed. Lovely ending.
Exactly, Christine, thank you.
Nice story Keith. At least she passed away in comfortable and familiar surroundings
Thank you. Indeed she did Di.
She enjoyed her days until the last possible moment, and yes, she’d love having her hat and umbrella there. Nicely told!
It was like a second home to her. Thanks, Mimi.