Sundown

Red sunrise over ocean horizon

Source: Matt Fraser

“I’ll get that for you,” murmured Kathy, sighing, as she rose to fetch her mother’s favorite wool blanket; it had been in the family for ages, but it was the one Elinore had always favored. 

Sticking her head through the kitchen door, she raised her voice, making sure she was close enough that her mother could read her lips and asked “Can I refill your water, maybe get you one of those blueberry mini-muffins I picked up at the store today?”

“Mmmm…yes to the water, and just one muffin,” answered Elinore, her eyes lighting up in an almost-unprecedented enthusiasm for food. When Kathy offered her two muffins (because they ARE awfully good, Mom), Elinore’s brow rolled thunderclouds and she waved her fleshless, blue-veined hand in displeasure.

Blanket, single mini-muffin, and water fetched and delivered, Kathy sat herself down in the chair by the window so that her mother could lie comfortably on the couch and still see her daughter, and before long, Elinore’s reconstruction of family stories to have happier endings faded to silence, as the older woman’s face loosened, eyes sinking like currents into a bun just beginning to bake, telling Kathy it was time to go home again, before the surges of rage that came with sunset.  

A gentle hug, no unseemly kisses on the cheek, and Kathy slipped on her shoes and out the apartment door, breathing a sigh of relief, for love and forgiveness delivered with a blanket statement of simple services rendered.

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2021)  

The challenge? Write a story in 6 sentences, no more & no less, and if you’d like, share your creation or just visit and comment on others’ ideas, with GirlieOnTheEdge, Denise. The prompt is “BLANKET”, and here’s where you join the party:  Six Sentence Stories  

22 thoughts on “Sundown

  1. I concur with all those comments, Liz. Those rich descriptions hold much resonance with me, as my mother approaches the end of her twilight years, yet still rarely misses the target with one of those ‘surges of rage’.

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  2. Great story, Liz. Loved the line ‘Elinore’s reconstruction of family stories to have happier endings’ rings so true to my late parents and father-in-law. The truly old own history. 😉
    As for ‘eyes sinking like currents into a bun just beginning to bake’, was this some obscure metaphysical reference to the currents of time or did you really mean ‘currants’. 😉

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