The Heart, a Lonely Hunter

"Ken, come over. Help trim our tree.” Nancy insisted, husband Dave nodding approval. Alone for the holidays, he couldn’t resist.

“ Here’s a ladder, Ken—will you get the ornaments on that shelf?”

Mounting the ladder Ken felt Nancy steady him. When high enough, he reached into the closet. Below, a hand was caressing his leg, moving slowly, gently upward. He looked down, directly into Nancy’s pleading brown eyes.

They trimmed the tree. Ken didn’t visit again. He spent Christmas alone that year, but he still feels for Nancy and David, long since divorced. He hopes they are each happy.