Since I was asked to add a bit more to my recent short story, I’m doing so here.
The original story is found on the tabs at the top of this blog.
If Rose could live her life over again, there were many things she would do differently. Living again was not an option. Rose was surprised at how easy it was to die. Dying wasn’t hard. It was the living that had been hard.
Life slowly left her body. She no longer had the energy to keep her eyes open but she knew what was going on in the room around her. She could hear the ticking of the clock and her sons breathing punctuated by the occasional heavy sigh. She felt for her sons. This was much harder on them than it was on her.