a stiff gin and tonic to cheer everyone up!
Peering through grimy fractured windows, the world outside is distorted and strange.
Time relentlessly has taken its toll, robbing character and removing status. Nobody values this shell of what had once been; no one cares.
Remote and alone now, where once a family was raised, memories of laughter and fun are hidden deep inside somewhere; not lost … just sleeping.
Visitors are few and far between; unrecognisable strangers from another generation. They’ll go soon, and the safety of isolation returns.
She sits the time out day by day, in a dilapidated existence until the crumbling stops and nothing remains.
About the author
Jeanne Davies has been published in Bridge House anthologies and other publishers of short stories.
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