Reminiscing

Thanks to the Daily Prompt: Changing colors, dropping temperatures, pumpkin spice lattes: do these mainstays of Fall fill your heart with warmth — or with dread?

As she walked with her scalding chai latte in hand, Angelica thought about times past. Her fondest memories of him were always accompanied by the fall season. He was always in his best moods then.

As soon as the temperature would drop, he would wrap her up in scarves and jackets, take her hand and lead her to the park. There, he’d find the biggest pile of leaves possible, and through one trick or another, he’d push her in. She would yell and yell at him. Though, eventually, she would start laughing and smiling. At that point he would kiss her sweetly, laying in a pile of fallen leaves.

Angelica smiled, reminiscing on the sweet memory of their happier days. They had been easier than, he wasn’t as sick, or as cynical about his life and existence.

Her feet walked the familiar path, and carried Angelica where she needed to go without her even noticing. Taking a sip of her chai latte, she opened the gates with her other hand. The metal creaked loudly as she entered. She found his spot quickly, having been there before.

Slowly, and quietly, she reached into her bag and pulled out a wreath made of fall leaves in all different colors.

Gingerly, she laid it on his grave.

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