Mitzi nudged Helen’s leg, breaking her out of her reverie. Sighing, Helen collected the lead, her coat and the little booties they had bought the previous year to protect her little paws in the icy weather.
The front door opening, a shiver ran down her back as the cold wind hit her. As Helen looked down, Mitzi pulled her out of the door. Everything sparkled, little diamonds shone on trees and hedgerows, houses were all lit up. There were Christmas trees in windows, and families gathered together playing games, and laughing together.
Helen took their usual walk through the village, stopping to sit a moment on their usual bench. The pond glistened and ducks, all warm in their nest, murmured to each other. Mitzi started pulling, jumping excitedly, looking across Hubert who was sat there.
Helen stuttered, ”But your’re dead”.
”Helen, I have been by your side for months, trying to help you move on with your life.”
”I’ve felt you at times. Mitzi often stares at your chair, her tail wagging.”
”I have to leave you. Knowing you will happy would be my last wish.”
Eyes filling up pain in every teardrop, Helen nodded, ”Goodbye my love. ”
Continuing on her walk past the Old Oak, she saw people in the windows, and her friend Alice beckoned her in. A moment’s hesitation, straightening her shoulders, then she strode in.
Warmth blasted her face, the atmosphere wrapped itself around her. Smiling, she walked over to sit with old friends. It was a start she thought to herself.
