60 WORD STORY

WINDOW SEAT

From her chair by the window, Elsie viewed the garden and its winding path with vacant, rheumy eyes.

Days came and went and still she remained inert, unmoving and unseeing.

On an early morning in May, a single delicate wild flower sprang up, causing the sting in her nostrils to bring tears to her eyes.

But she couldn't remember why.

2 comments:

Patsy said...

Aaw, that's so sad.

Anonymous said...

Thank you, Patsy.