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Rosalind Smith-Nazilli, 30 Jul '12

Composure

It wasn’t something to be taken on lightly and she wouldn’t be doing it if she could see an alternative that would make life easier for both of them.

For days she had tried to think of one. There was no one to ask or to advise her. This had to be her own decision. And it was hard. Hard to have make it alone. Hard full stop.

She sat quietly and sipped her tea. No one had an answer that was sufficient to ease the nightmare, and so she knew she had no choice.

Climbing the stairs very slowly, she racked her brains for one last time.

The pillow was clutched to her chest as she leaned over and kissed her mother goodbye.

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  • Angela Watt said...

    Powerful and thought provoking stuff Rosalind.

    • Posted 4 years ago
  • Jessica Cambrook said...

    Did I get this right, that the main character suffocates her mother to put her out of her misery from a long-term illness? If that's true I liked the sense of desperation and confusion you portray. The only thing I didn't like was "She sat quietly and sipped her tea." because with a decision like that, just before you're about to carry it out, I don't think anyone could be so calm and reserved. Maybe if she was downing a whisky with a shaking hand or something, it would be more believable. Otherwise, great work in so few words :)

    • Posted 4 years ago
  • Rosalind Smith-Nazilli said...

    You could possibly be right Jessica..

    This was originally written to the prompt "composure" and I had to lengthen it for here and in my opinion it doesn't read as well now.

    It could also be an age thing as I always sit with a cuppa when I have serious thinking to do.. Not about killing anyone, I hasten to add, except fictionally of course..xx

    • Posted 4 years ago