Sharing - Little Drabble Do Ya

[otherhawk.livejournal.com]

The woman in the ragged dress pressed a bowl of gruel into his hands with a stern comment he couldn't translate but understood perfectly. He shook his head. She and her family had nothing while he had a whole life of luxury if he could only find his way back. Besides, he knew his limitations. He could last far longer than she.

But she scowled at him, wagging her finger in his face in a way that strangely reminded him of his babushka, a thought that for a moment made his muddled mind swim.

He took the bowl and smiled his thanks and then, when she wasn't looking, gave the food to her two young children.

Comments

[ssclassof56.livejournal.com]

Always a gentleman, in the truest sense.

[otherhawk.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes. He knows what matters. Thanks for commenting.