Photo Copyright: Mary Shipman
Maria now an old woman stood in her childhood home one last time. Awoken one evening and raced out the door by her parents almost fifty years ago. Flower wallpaper, which adorned her bedroom walls, now dilapidated from years of neglect. She prayed the metal box remained under the floorboard. The letter from her parents on her sixteenth birthday was intact. The last line read, “Remember you will always be our special angel. Love, Mom and Dad”
The tears poured out. A sharp chest pain gripped Maria, but it was too late. She collapsed to the floor dead.
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A very cogent snapshot chronicle, yet disturbing to me. Old woman??! 16th birthday plus 50 years ago, equals only 66. I turn 70 (I hope) in two months. I’m not looking for that metal box full of heart attacks. Nicely done. 🙂
Oh boy, frightfully realistic! Maybe I am just getting too old, it is close to home alright. Well written!!
Cole, Good story. Sadly, now it will be left for someone else to discover and will mean nothing to them. Well written. 🙂 —Susan
Dear Cole, I really enjoyed your story, the old lady (2 years my senior) made it back to find the box and her letter. Nice job and there is a finality of this story that tugs at my heart! Good job! Nan 🙂
Thanks for your honest comment. It seems most of the stories have been dark to this weeks prompt.