The Garden : Sunday Photo Fiction

The Garden

Her life would never be the same again.

A change was coming but it wasn’t going to happen overnight.

Elsbeth was unsuspecting. The days passed silently and blurred into each other.

Her life had collapsed upon itself.

In the past she’d been active in the community and when at home with Frank she would laugh and share endless sodas and nibbles with friends and neighbours in the garden.

There wasn’t any time for useless pondering.

Then, Frank passed away and suddenly she had all the time in the world. All the happiness had been sucked from her and all that remained was this quiet life in the armchair, by the window, watching her garden slowly decay.

If you strained to listen, you might hear the giggles of children or catch flashes of dancing colours.

But not Elsbeth. Her attention was focused inwards, lost in the melancholic meanders of her restless sadness.

Then a knock at the door, and the sounds of her children and all her friends erupting into the house.

“Mum, we’re here to brighten up this place and we’re starting with the garden.”

“Happy Mother’s Day!”

 

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge the idea of which is “to create a story / poem or something using around about 200 words with the photo as a guide. It doesn’t have to be centre stage in the story, I have seen some where the placement is so subtle, the writer states where it is.”

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