***I wrote this very short story as a coping tool to help process my current thoughts and feelings. Keep in mind that I never write stories. Ever. This one just wouldn’t leave my brain, so I quickly typed it out this morning. Having no creative writing background, I have no intention of editing or expanding on it. Being that it’s a form of writing, and it’s been a while since I updated my blog, I figured I’d just share it here, rather than keep it tucked away in my computer files.***
“Gee, my husband is old,” she muttered aloud to no one in particular.
She briefly wondered when time had slipped past them, but let that thought drift as she decidedly focused on their current situation. One of them was going to need to get a job soon. Bills don’t pay themselves.
Why did she stop working anyway?
Light footsteps, and hushed chattering from the other room interrupted her thoughts. Someone else is here! As in response to her curiosity, her grandson appeared in the doorway.
Oh, she loved her grandchildren so much! They all turned into such wonderful young adults. He gently gave her a kiss and took a seat to her left. The small talk they shared brightened up her dreary afternoon.
When the conversation lulled, she took a moment to gaze off in silent reflection. Suddenly, she remembered that she hadn’t spoken to her mother in quite some time. She really should call her before the day ended.
Looking for the phone, she glanced to her right and noticed her husband lazily napping the day away.
Shaking her head, still searching for the phone, and musing over her husband’s sudden aging, she turned her head leftward.
Noticing a young man sitting in the worn armchair beside her, she uttered to him, “Gee, my husband is old.”