They had had lunch together many a time. He’d mow the patch of grass in front of her home while she’d make sandwiches. Then just as he was finishing up, she’d ring her little antique bell.
It was a weekly ritual both septuagenarians had come to enjoy.
This Wednesday was going to be different. He was taking the next step. He was asking her out on a proper date.
His heart had other ideas though, and the old man ended up in the hospital. But when he woke, she was right by his side.
“Dinner?” he asked.
Yes, she smiled.
The Weekday One Hundred 