100 Word Challenge: Holding The Light
by Rachel Creager Ireland
Once she knew she was going to die, she forsook obligation. She would lie in the afternoon with her feet at the top of the bed, head in the bright patch where the sun shone through the window. She liked it right on her face. Sun on her lips, warm as a kiss. Brilliance she could see even through closed eyelids. While sounds of the household floated around her, she only held the light. Sun sinking inexorably out of view, but there was still enough light if she nudged the curtain with her toe. Soon the warmth and light would fade, and it would be over.
Thanks to Julia’s Place for the prompt, “. . . but there was still enough light . . .” See the blog for other entries.