A Helping Hand, by Russell Conover

Ronald was walking back to work after lunch, when he noticed an elderly lady having trouble crossing the street. He approached her. “May I help you?”

She smiled. “That would be lovely.” Arm in arm, they crossed the road together.

“Thank you, sir,” she said once they’d arrived. “My son used to do this for me, but he’s … ” Her voice caught. “He’s very ill, and I’m not sure when he’ll recover.”

“That must be very difficult,” Ronald replied.

“It can be.” She looked at him, smiling and looking thoughtful. “But during tough times, we all benefit from a helping hand.”


From: Friday Flash Fiction


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