Five Minute Friday: Comfort

We are officially old. My husband asked me if I wanted to go for a “drive” last weekend.
Not anywhere specific—just a drive.

Surprise—It’s Twins!

I opened the door to find my neighbor Emlyn parked there in his wheelchair. We’d always visited in the courtyard, at the mailboxes, in the parking lot, the laundry room—wherever our paths chanced to meet. But he’d never knocked on our door before.


At that point, a lady entered the door, looked my way and picked up her pace, darting straight toward the teller and leaving me in the dust to contemplate the fate of mankind, should such acts of incivility prevail around the world.