Green Hills in a Gray Town

A Story by MacieLogan

The crack in the curtain covering the window let in the smallest ray of piercing light. It poured onto the floor, exposing every imperfection on the rigid surface. ‘The old man stood up, walked to the window, and stared into sun-bathed hills, densely populated with green foliage. He smiled with a corner of his lip and turned around.’
    “Nice day for a walk eh, Ellie?” He said to the old woman in the rocker beside the fireplace.
    “Not today dear.” Replied the woman.
    “Oh come on, it’ll be fun!” He insisted.
    “Not today.” She said in a sharper tone. “Why not just sit here with me by the fire for a bit? I’m too tired today.” She closed her eyes and laid back against the chair, rocking gently.
    “I guess we can for today. Maybe we can go tomorrow.” The brittle man walked softly, slowly to his recliner next to the woman and the fire. He placed his hand on Ellie’s. Her hand was so soft, and despite being so close to the fire, ice cold. She smiled a weary smile without opening her eyes. The old man gazed into the flames before him. He must’ve lost himself in the fire for quite some time.
What feels like only a moment later his eyes snap open, his head lifts from his chest. He must’ve dozed off. The fire was dying down now, with not much left but ashes and embers. His hand closed around the armrest of Ellie’s chair. It was hard, and cold, and there was no longer a hand in his. He didn’t dare look over because he knew she would be gone again. The sun was setting now behind the hills. He chose to glance out the window instead of at his wife’s empty chair. The sun was a burning redish orange,covering the trees in vibrant color, making it look like the clouds had flames trapped inside. It was a different kind of fire than the one inside. It was warmer, more smooth. It was almost like you could scoop some up with a glass and drink it, and it would taste so sweet.