WAITING GAME

 

WAITINGGAME

‘You oughtto move, Mum,’ Evie said, ‘these steps are lethal.’

‘I’m used tothem,’ Marion replied, ‘and I’d miss all the wildlife in my garden.’

‘Surely you’dbe better off nearer the village?’

‘Your dad wouldnever be out of the pub – he spends enough time there as it is.’ Marion turnedaway abruptly and put the kettle on.

…..

A monthlater, when Terry, staggering home in the rain, slipped on the mossy steps andbroke his neck, Evie wondered at her mother’s dry-eyed calm.

Until,coming home for the funeral, she saw the ‘For Sale’ sign.

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Amanda Forestwood's lovely photo prompts this week's rash of flash fiction from Friday Fictioneers, hosted as ever by Rochelle on her blog  https://rochellewisoff.com/

I had falls on my mind, as my mother had a tumble last night - fortunately no harm was done, though it took a night in A&E and xrays to confirm that. At her age (98) and my own advancing years, we are both knackered today!