An Elderly Woman Warned Me Not To Touch The Snow—The Next Morning, I Understood Why

reason other than wanting it there.

“Elara,” she asked softly. “Did you ever find that old woman from the store?”

I shook my head. “No. No one knows her. Candace said she never saw her again.”

“A guardian angel,” Mrs. Higgins mused.

“Maybe,” I said.

I thought about her often. The old woman with clear eyes and a grip like iron. Don’t touch the snow. Such continue reading …