Marvin pictured his wife Martha and her close knit group of lady friends seated around the white wrought iron table at her weekly book club teas.
He smiled, knowing that, rather than talking about books, they spent their time gossiping about the latest news of the townsfolk. The juicier the scandal the more boisterous their voices.
Martha loved her weekly teas and now, months after her passing, Marvin just couldn’t bring himself to pack up and store his wife’s beloved garden set.
Instead, he would take his coffee out to the yard and sit at her table remembering his Martha.
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Fatima Fakier Deria.