Tuesday 18 October 2016

100 Worder: Almost Time

Almost Time

Lisa Williams

a champagne cocktail 

I saw through one half opened eye. Someone had rolled back the shade, just a fraction. Let in the midday sun, strong for October. Warmed bits of me not covered by the hospital cellular.
We all knew it was almost time. No last supper planned, so long since I'd managed food. But I'd wanted just a last squirt of perfume. A little decadence in the sterility I'd become used to.
As the aroma wrapped its arms around me it took me to places. Life didn't flash. It danced. And I danced too. The joyful caper of a life well lived.

 About the author

Lisa Williams: Avid reader. Domestic slattern. Writes a bit.

1 comment:

  1. I thought this was brilliant and it reminded me of my mother's passing. We played Mario Lanza music to her, and placed a picture of him in with her so she didn't have to travel alone.