HENRY’S DAUGHTERS
Henry’s daughters couldn’t fit him into
their busy lives – months could pass without a visit – but Madge, who cleaned his
house, often stayed past her allotted hours to keep him company. Despite vastly
different backgrounds, their friendship flourished.
When Henry fell ill, Madge
telephoned, “Your Dad needs you,” but neither daughter came. Only Madge held
his hand and wept as he died.
After his funeral the daughters
descended on the house like a swarm of locusts, but Madge barred their way with
her no-nonsense arms folded. “You two can bugger off. It’s mine now – we were
married last month.”
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers on her blog. https://rochellewisoff.com/ and to Shaktiki Sharma for the photo that prompted this week's story. After looking it up on Google, I think this is a Large Painted Locust found only in the Galapagos Islands. A beautiful creature that wreaks havoc wherever it lands.
