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Like the glinting spoons left to rust in the dark of my garage, she lays on her bed inanimate and unmoving. Her crisp sheets envelop her in a sea of white, her eyes are closed; body perfectly placed.This is how she wants to die.The last four months have been an emotional rollercoaster of turmoil and distress.95-a life well-lived, yet the inevitability so difficult to accept.As I reach to caress her crape wrinkled face and to tell her once again that 'It's not your time yet,'. I swipe a glance at my reflection in the bureau's ...
Submitted to Contest #90
You can see her in the distance, perched on a branch--feet dangling to and fro when the crack of the rising sun commences. You can still see her slight figure when the sun cowardly sinks into its daily game of hiding. She comes into the house with shoes full of leaves. She says it’s to keep the tree always near her. I say it’s only for spite because as she stated yesterday, “I don’t give her enough freedom”. She’s loved that useless, big piece of bark the way I wish I loved her father. He’s not here now-he’s gone--gone like that ra...
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