Hot Cocoa | A 100 Word Story

#240 Happy Holidays

Tiny footprints appeared in the snow though there was no one to be seen making them. They walked at a steady pace down a path surrounded by tall redwood trees. A path they had walked countless times before. Memory was their guide.

In the clearing stood a log cabin. Smoke escaped a chimney. A candle flickering in the window signaled she was awake.

The front door burst open from the wind. The sound of faint footsteps kissed the floorboards. She sat at the table, mug of cocoa kept her hands warm.

He kissed her cheek and she remembered him still.