Sajana's P.O.V.
It was strange seeing Gilda like this. She looked pale and worried, as if she was about to burst into tears. I wouldn't be surprised if she did.
Well, I suppose I thought too soon, because that's exactly what she did.
It was really strange seeing someone old crying, but I remember what she had done for me when I was crying. I grabbed her hand and stroked it awkwardly, out of options. She was there for me when I was crying, so it was only fair that I was here for her.
"Alright, I'll tell you what happened," she said between sobs. "And this time I won't sugar coat it."
"Have you told it to other people?" I asked cautiously.
"Yes, but I've never told them the whole truth."
"You can tell me," I assured her.
"I know," she whispered.
YOU ARE READING
Stranger to Me
Short StoryGilda Perkins would be the first to say that her life was okay. Retirement was a sweet place to be indeed. Every afternoon, she had a cup of tea and settled down to read. They were peaceful and restful, and Gilda believed she needed nothing more for...
