A less than 200 word story for Sacha Black’s weekly writing prompt.
She is everywhere in the house, Georgette. Not surprising since she lived here for ninety-seven years. There’s a photo of her on the wall, as well as her parents and husband. No children though. She lived here alone with the two cows until her nephew persuaded her to move to a flat where he could keep an eye on her. There’s a smell of sprightly old lady and cats. Her chair by the stove has a ball of knitting wool shoved down the side. The messages about groceries and visits stuck on the wall by the phone still shout out that life goes on.
In the garden, her bulbs are coming up. In the cowshed, the hay bales smell fresh and spring-like. There is no feeling of emptiness or sadness, but expectancy. What is the house waiting for?
She has left a trail, determined and defiant, as if she has just gone down to the shop to buy a packet of coffee.
We’ll take good care of your house, Georgette.
I make a promise to visit her in her new flat, show her how life has forged another link, and take her the first narcissi.