Marion shuffled over to the stove to turn the heat off the whistling kettle. It was 3:00 pm and time for her afternoon tea.
After finishing the tea, she placed the empty cup in the sink and turned on the television. It was time for 5:00 pm news.
When the news was over Marion shuffled back into the kitchen to make a sandwich. It was time for her evening meal.
At 9:00 pm, Marion put on her sleeping gown and crawled into her bed. It was bedtime.
That night Marion dreamed of being a young girl again and being wooed by the love of her life, her late husband, Albert. She dreamed of her children being little again. And, she dreamed about the times when life was simple and family was everything.
The next morning, Marion didn’t wake up. She had drifted off to the place where time didn’t exist. A place where time was relative.
For Marion, it was the end of time and the beginning of forever. (170)
Photo credit: Alistair Forbes
Thank you to Alistair Forbes for our photo prompt this week and for kindly hosting Sunday Photo Fiction. Alistair gives us a photo prompt and approximately 200 words with which to write our story. It is fun and challenging and everyone is welcome to join. For more information, click on this link: Sunday Photo Fiction