Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Unmarked Graveyard

by M. J. Joachim

The arthritis was more than she could bear. How did it get to be so bad, so terribly fast? Seemed like only yesterday, she was hiking on the mountain and digging in the field. Today she was completely crippled, unable to get out of her own wheel chair, unable to comb her hair or even feed herself.

“It’s okay. My mother will be fine without the extra medication,” she heard Tabitha tell the doctor. “She’ll be in my care the entire time. No need to worry, Doc.”

The thought of Tabitha taking her away frightened her. She’d never been nice to her daughter, the one child who was always so tolerant and submissive to her cruelty.

Upon arriving at the seashore, Tabitha stopped the car on the side of the road, near a familiar, but unmarked graveyard. “Yes, Mom, I know how your arthritis hurts you, and I know why too. We’re probably the only two people in the world who honestly know what happened to our family. And for that, you get to live!”


That’s all for now,
Thank you for visiting FlashTyme.

M. J.

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