"I'm home!"
At the market she hesitated between the roses and the wild flowers. She finally chose the later, they were everbody's favorites.
Back again she let herself into the house, placing the flowers in the vase she took one last look. "There-she thought- it's all perfect now." Taking the silver bell from the cupboard she sounded it softly. Their signal to come and sit at the table. Almost absent mindedly she fixed her hair and straightened her dress.
They sat down quietly. Ellen looked at them and glowed with pride. A sudden rush of happines choked her, bringing tears to her eyes. She felt incredibly lucky to be there in such perfect union with the ones she loved, with the ones that loved her.
Ellen King sat at her elegant table in her small meticulous home. Around her were three empty chairs in front of three plates overflowing with pizza slices. From time to time she'd stop and smile, nodding her graceful head as they enjoyed a pizza for four.
What a delightful well written story. Touching and thought-provoking.
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Quillfeather, thank you for your encouraging comments. They are ever more special coming from you!
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