Some days she comes in at noon, right on the dot. Other days she's a little late. Daylight savings throws her for a few months then she's right on track only to be thrown off again. Then she's early.
It's a plate lunch she brings. She's dressed up nice with pearls on her ears and around her neck. When it rains she wears a hat and pats herself dry in the restroom before coming out. The lunch is in a little bag, and she chastises him for not bringing it home. They exchange bags, the old bag for the new bag.
The new bag has an egg salad sandwich and an apple. That was her husband's favorite lunch.
He died three years ago. The guy at the circulation desk looks like him a little, when he smiles. He stops by even on his days off around lunch time when he can so she won't miss giving her husband lunch. When he's not there they say he just stepped out to the bank and she's upset.
She always comes back, though.
Bringing her husband lunch makes her happy.
This is part of a writing challenge: write a story in 200 words. Do you have a 200 word story?