By: Whitney Collins-Wilson.

Stirring too much sugar into her coffee, Adeline heard something in the living room.

Excited, yet cautious, she tip-toed in.

Gingerly sitting on the couch, she held her breath. Waiting.

Her son Ronnie was playing with his sock monkey near the bookshelf. He hadn’t played with it in years, and she’d missed their antics.

Looking up, his blue eyes met hers, and she softly whispered, “How’s it going honey?” He grinned, giving her a luminous thumbs-up.

She allowed herself a shadow of a smile.

Appallingly, the doorbell cleaved the moment.

She turned back but the room was empty once again.

© 2024. Whitney Collins-Wilson

Whitney Collins-Wilson has been writing stories as long as she can remember. While working on her debut novel she has written several scribbles and short stories. She is on the board of her local writer’s community and looks forward to sharing more stories soon. She can be found at whitneycollinswilson.substack.com and instagram.com/whitneycwwrites.

Posted November 27, 2024.