The Sunday Window

Sarah and Emma pressed their faces against the iron-barred window, watching the last car wind down the maple-lined driveway. The red taillights blurred through their tears like Christmas lights.

"They always leave," Sarah whispered, her small hand finding Emma's in the growing darkness.

Emma squeezed back. "But we have each other."

Below, fallen leaves danced in the autumn wind, and somewhere a bell chimed for dinner. Sarah wiped her eyes with her free hand, managing a wobbly smile.

"Race you to the dining hall?"

They turned from the window, still holding hands, their footsteps echoing through the ancient halls.

PS: I am participating in the #30days30stories challenge and today is Day 29. This amazing challenge is being hosted by Dagny and Nirja.