"It was just so unexpected," Elsie Carson sniffed.
"I know, Love, but these things usually are."
Beryl Patmore sat consoling her dear friend in the kitchen Elsie had shared with Charles Carson for the past six months. The two ladies had spent the better part of the morning baking to try to keep Elsie's mind off of her grief. It had worked well until the smell of Charles's favorite chocolate biscuits wafted from the oven sending Elsie into a fit of tears.
Elsie blew her nose on the handkerchief Beryl had given her before waving her hands about helplessly. "It's just not the same without him pottering around and getting in my way like he used to."
Beryl pursed her lips in sympathy, "As hard as it is now, you'll get used to a routine again."
Elsie's sniffles grew worse. Beryl did have to admit she didn't think a thing like this could happen to Charles Carson. He had seemed so fit and healthy the last time she had seen him. His leaving poor Elsie all alone was unthinkable.
"It was so horrible. I didn't know what to do to help," Elsie wailed.
"Shush now," Beryl soothed, pulling her into a tight hug. "He's in a better place now."
"Quit telling everyone I'm dead!" a voiced boomed from the sitting room.
Elsie smirked wickedly at her friend. "Sometimes I can even still hear his voice."
The two ladies grinned at each other at the commotion coming from the other room. They burst into giggles as Charles Carson came hobbling into the kitchen on crutches.
"Honestly, you two, it's just a broken foot!"
Elsie and Beryl's laughter could be heard the next house over.
A/N This is based on the Brother Bear meme. I just really love that meme! I don't even know why I wrote it, but it needed to be done I guess. Hope you enjoyed it! Review if you have the time :)