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Someday's Price



While she waited for coffee, Kaitlan stole glances at the silver-haired woman with black-rimmed glasses who sat in a booth reading her newspaper.

She reminds me of Grandma before she died, Kaitlan thought. I’ll say hello someday. She looks like she could use a friend.

Kaitlan thanked the barista and left the café with her coffee. Each day she returned, but one day, the woman wasn’t there.

“Where’d the lady go?” Kaitlan asked the barista.

The girl frowned. “What lady?”

Tears sprang to Kaitlan’s eyes. As with her grandmother, Kaitlan had missed her chance. Someday was, yet again, too late.

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