Solitary

By Nancy Elliott

No more lingering in the church hall after service. No more long afternoons of chitchat and laughter while she worked on quilts with the other ladies. No more book club, no more volunteer time at the hospital.

And Zoom meetings just weren’t cutting it.

She looked wistfully out the window, missing community. She missed the hugs, the shared moments, the warmth of others near.

The big old tabby cat jumped up and settled into her lap. She stroked his fur, feeling the rumble of his purr. Her heart filled with gratitude for the lone tender, loving friend she could touch.


Nancy Elliott walks, runs, hikes, looks up at the stars, dreams, loves, wonders, explores, and then words tumble out.

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