EDNA

 

EDNA

Edna was ninety-four, and Dave had tried everything to get her to move nearer to him. “It’s a long drive every week, Mum.”

“I’m not leaving my bungalow,” she said yet again, “It’s full of memories of your dad, and besides, I know where everything is.”

“But you’re lonely with all your friends gone,” Dave reminded her.

Edna poked the fire, her face set in those stubborn lines he knew so well, and then the idea struck him with the force of a sledgehammer. “We’ll move your house to our back garden,” he said, “Problem solved!”

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I've not been very imaginative this week but I have a valid excuse - I've been busy gardening. Also my husband has a cataract operation booked for next week and has to isolate till then, so I've added the walk to get his newspaper to my daily tasks!

Thanks to Ted Strutz for the image that prompted this week's story - you can find others by following the frog link from Rochelle's blog which is here.  https://rochellewisoff.com/