“Thank you for dinner, Madam”, Karthik smiled.
“The pleasure was all ours”, Reena waved. Feigning exhaustion she quickly made her way out of the room.
As she pulled herself up the flight of stairs, Reena contemplated how her daughter, Mona was just like her: intelligent eyes, a keen interest in art and history, a knack for organization and widowed young.
Notwithstanding her creaking joints, she reached her window just in time. Leaning heavily on the mahogany desk, she saw Mona turning back to the house, a smile on her face.
Thanks to the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for her amazing Friday Fictioneers.
Photo prompt credit – Janet Webb