By Jacky Lang
She’d hated the city for forever. People and cars were everywhere. Yelling neighbors, screeching sirens, and racing engines invaded her brain all day and night. She fantasized about privacy.
After scrimping and saving, and denying herself every luxury, she was able to break free. It was a second-hand mobile home on barely an acre, but it was hers.
A chilly morning, and she was digging up beets before the snow came and turned them to mush. She dismissed the flash of pain behind her eye.
She slept the winter away alone in the garden. By spring she’d merged with the soil.
The lonesome death of . . . Well done.
Thank you.
JL
Jacky,
Nicely done piece about a woman with a goal and the sacrifices she makes to achieve it. So sad she didn’t have more time to enjoy the environment she enjoys.
Thank you.
JL
You’re welcome.
Beautiful