Sitting, she watched the snow drift onto a shriveled garden rose and waited.
As a child, tomorrow held sparkling promise: marriage, children, laughter, romance, wealth and she couldn’t wait!
Only one adventure to wait for now.
“Here again, Mrs. Thompson? I’ll take you to your room,” the nurse said.
Maybe death will come for me tomorrow.
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This piece is a part of the 55 word Flash Fiction collection.
claudia hall christian is a novelist. She lives in Denver.
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1 rob // Oct 26, 2008 at 11:55 am
Wow. Sometimes I feel that way. It’s good to put it in words so we can recognize it. Thanks. rob
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