NEVER FAR

The sun was just up when Lynn lifted her cup of black coffee to toast the snow.  The quiet in her kitchen was warm and heavy, sweet.

“Well, Ma.  Best get baking, eh?  Wish you were here.”

Wind whispered through a small grin in the window, “… right here, Babe…”

 

rJoHerman 12/9/18

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