MRS JENKINS’ REFUSAL
“Mrs Jenkins refuses to go to bed!”
The Care Home manager soothed
Hyacinth. “I should have told you – she always sits up on Christmas Eve.”
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Alone at last, Edna sank into
cherished memories of a youth spent roaming the moors, doing her best to fulfil
her father’s predictions of a ruined reputation.
Gnarled fingers twisted her wedding
band. She’d had to settle down eventually, but she’d always yearned for her
lost freedom.
A sound alerted her. He had come
every Christmas without fail for sixty years – her gypsy lover with his string
of horses.
This time she would leave with him.
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Thanks to Rochelle for the atmospheric photograph and for hosting Friday Fictioneers on her blog https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/ from whence you can follow the link to read how other authors interpreted the photo prompt.
