TKnC welcomes new writer, Edith...Forget-me-not
Betty Taylor stared at the dying Poinsettia in its ceramic pot decorated with forget-me-nots. She was eighty-four and had raised four children. She had worked hard all her life.
“They visit when they can,” she used to tell friends. “It’s almost Christmas and the house will be full again. They always bring such lovely gifts.”
Betty had been telling herself the same thing for years, but no one ever came. How she wished she could see them again, just one last time but it was too late now. The burglar had panicked and sent his knife deep into her stomach.
BIO:
Edith Y. S. Harris lives with husband Bill and daughter Leah in the North East of England. Although a new writer she hopes to become as successful in flash fiction as she is in her artwork. www.eyshasfineart.co.uk
Welcome, Edith.
ReplyDeleteA sad tale, effectively delivered. Well written and well done.
Regards,
Col
Went staight to my heart. Liked this a lot, Edith. Best of luck with your writing!
ReplyDeleteThat was a very well written piece in so few words, Edith. Well done.
ReplyDeleteGood work, Edith. Looking forward to reading more.
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