She Was Fading


Today Delilah was feeling better than usual so she wanted to see the city. I told her we had to take it easy and make sure she stayed warm.

She agreed and we set out to shop. We skipped all of the ridiculously expensive places and into cheap, retro shops where there were disco balls and fuzzy dice. We found Christmas lights to decorate my apartment and a tiny Christmas tree for the coffee table.

We checked out an old pawn shop and in the mass of all the clutter, Delilah caught a glimpse of something that made her eyes glow.

In the back, half covered in old rags and junk sat an old typewriter. It was still useable, just needing a little sprucing.

She had something to say, even if she wouldn’t say it to me… Merry Christmas, Delilah.