Family Fiction posted July 26, 2011

This work has reached the exceptional level
but was she really alone?

She Died Alone

by sweetwoodjax

She got up from her bed, her white flannel gown dragging the floor. She swept the gray hair from her eyes and looked around her. For twenty five years, this bedroom had been her sanctuary.

When her husband died, she had no children to visit with. Her friends had died, leaving her bereft in her loneliness. She just simply existed from day to day, not really living. She used to have visions of her husband, but they had faded over the years until she thought he was just a dream.

As the sun started to rise, she saw his favorite chair, under the oak tree. He had put it there the day they married and even though time had deteriorated it, today it brought her a smile.

Taking a cup of coffee, she walked out to the chair and ran her fingers over the grain of the wood and for a moment, she could smell his pipe tobacco burning and see his smiling blue eyes.

She started to waltz, feeling the music after all these years and feeling the touch of her husband as he led her through heaven's gate. The next morning, they found her body under the oak tree next to the chair, but there was a smile of sweet serenity that lined her face.


Thank you to rodgeyog for this INSPIRING picture. I saw it and my mind went into overdrive. Five minutes later, here is the result.
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