MOVING MUM IN
“It’s a lovely room, dear.” Judy’s
lack of enthusiasm was palpable.
Penny took her hand. “What’s wrong,
Mum? I thought you were happy to be moving in with us, and you can’t live alone
any longer.”
“Knowing that doesn’t make it any
easier. It feels like a step nearer the grave.”
Penny put a gentle arm round Judy’s
shoulder and turned her towards the window. “See that sky? Sunset isn’t the end
of the day – it’s just the beginning of evening. Now let’s have a cup of tea
while we decide where to hang your pictures.”
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Roger Bultot's photo made me think of other kinds of sunsets and, as my own Mum will shortly be moving in with my brother, this story almost wrote itself.
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers on her blog https://rochellewisoff.com/ from whence you can follow the link to read other sunset stories.
