Sunday, September 11, 2011

Editors Flash Fiction ENTRY #14


LOVE CONQUERS DEATH

Old Mrs. Barrett sat in her chair surrounded by memories.  Glancing at the photo of her dead husband, she whispered, “I know you’ll be back, Frank.  I’ll go and make our tea.”  Her daily ritual of putting out two cups with biscuits comforted her.
After making the tea, she settled back in the chair, and waited for Frank, who would never return. The tea grew cold.
She died that night.  When she was found by the police she wore a serene peaceful expression.
 On the table, the two full cups of tea which she had poured were now quite empty.

1 comment:

Joanna said...

What a totally fun idea, Thank you. I have cast my vote!