by r.a. kukkee
Her knees creaked almost as loudly as the rocker when she got up to answer the door. She shuffled across the waxed hardwood, pausing to peek through the Irish lace at the side window.
"I hate company" she whispered to herself.
She could not see his face. The visitor studied the pink Coneflowers by the step. She hesitated, then opened the door cautiously.
"Why hello there, Sarah, ", the old man said, "the butterflies love your Coneflowers"
She gasped and clasped his hand to her breast. Her hands trembled as she smiled.
"Robert, oh, Robert...I thought you would never come!"
" I got your letter a few weeks ago, I was in England, I knew you would change your mind and marry me." He put his arms around her.
"No, Robert....it's the cancer, my time has run out. I...need you to help me die."
"Company" was inspired by the M3 Flash Fiction challenge. The word limit is 150 words.
"Company" is 147words.
Is that Incoming I hear?
*Photo by r.a.kukkee