Sarah braided her long silver hair, not so easy with inflexible fingers. Taking the crusts, she walked to the park. It was a daily ritual since her little dog passed, giving her reason to leave the house where she’d lived alone for years.
Sitting on the bench, scattering crumbs, bundled in her warm coat, she smiled when David joined her as he always did. His bald head and bare hands pale with cold.
She pushed a small parcel at him.
The warm knitted hat and gloves fitted perfectly.
“Best Valentine’s gift I ever had,” he told her with a kiss.