By Dianne Hendricks
Through that long summer, she cared for him, he who had been her life for fifty years.
“You are a saint, Mom,” said Pearl. “Where do you find the strength?”
“It’s not hard,” Millie replied, gazing down at the cadaverous, yellowed form that had once been her husband. “I love him.”
Pearl slipped out of the dark bedroom to fix her mother a cup of tea.
Millie long regarded the man in the bed, then whispered, “Why the hell won’t you die, you selfish old man?”
Pearl, standing in the doorway, gasped as the cup of tea crashed to the floor.
Really got me! Totally unexpected ending. Wow. Loved it!
Nice… very well done ,,,
Wonderful story. Well-written from the beginning sentence and the end was both surprising and inevitable.
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