Tatiana found herself fidgeting at the table with her phone constantly checking the time.. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she couldn’t stop bobbling her head up and down too. There was no sign of him. This was the second time in a row that he hadn’t appeared. Perhaps, his visit had been a once off event and he wouldn’t be reappearing. The thought saddened her. He had been something of a distraction. Her home town had been bombed the previous night.
Her heart stated beating faster and a tear began to form. All those beautiful people, her former neighbors and friends. She could only hope and pray that they were okay and not ripped apart in some blast. Not to mind all the pets that were left behind to fend for themselves. And now the winter was coming.
Her coffee, which she had almost finished was now cold. It was now time to go so she went in to pay.
“How are you keeping love? You look sad? Worried about home?”
“It was bombed last night.”
“Oh God. That’s awful. Don’t be worrying about the price of that coffee. Actually, we’re running a fundraiser here for Ukraine this Saturday at ten in the morning. Perhaps, you would like to come? It was Laura’s idea. You might not remember her. She was here with her brother in the wheelchair the other day. You seen them. I’d say you’d all get a long great. What do you say? Will you come along?”
“Yes, I’ll be there.”
“Fantastic”
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Nice to see a story with one of the many Ukraine immigrants in it and some of what they are facing
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