She was cooking dinner, when the current went off. She lit chimneys and sat on a chair.
She peered through the window and gazed at the horizon.
As gentle breeze slithered through the window sill, a few strands of hair kissed her cheeks. She moved them away from her eyes.
She noticed the green leaves sway to nature’s orchestra.
Slowly his memories started engulfing her…
Her husband… Her first love…
Seasons have changed since love blossomed. Years have passed by.
He was her angel… The years have been magical.
As power came, she resumed cooking for her love… With love!
As a part of Friday Fictions