Avery exhaled deeply. More of a cathartic sigh. Climbing those steps exhausted her. She would find a nice cafe and sit in the shade. She’d skip the symphony tonight and rest up for her flight to Egypt tomorrow. Another leg in her journey of a lifetime.
Exhaustion seemed to bow to her every twelfth step. It was to be expected. What she didn’t expect was to be alone – a widow and a grieving mother at 52 years of age. Death seemed to come for so many in her life. Now it was coming for her.
word count: 94
Written in response to the 56th Challenge of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, the Week of 03-08 through 03-14-2016. This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode. Thank you Louise!
Mom the Obscure 
I love this! I particularly like, “Exhaustion seemed to bow to her every twelfth step. It was to be expected.” That ‘hints’ at her failing health. Wonderful story and well done!
Thanks PJ. I like that line too – I edited the rest of the story around it.
It is a great line and I can see why you would edit the rest of your story around it. 🙂
A sad but realistic tale. Great work.
Thanks for the great comment.