Friday Fictioneers: Goodbye


Brenda sighed as she stood at the top of the hill, looking down at the house in which she’d lived in for the last 60 years. Has it really been this long? She wondered before let out a chuckle. “Something amusing?” Her daughter, Toni, asked.

“Just trying to recall all the wonderful things that’s happened in that house, that’s all.” And all the things I’ll be saying goodbye to, she added mentally.

At 86, Brenda was no longer that young woman, twirling around the living room with her man in her favorite dress. Now sighing, “Nursing home, here I come.”

(100 words)

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