“Mum says she wants to be buried in the woods, with the others,” said Margaret.
“What?” said Libby, shocked. “But she hated them.”
“Well, those are her instructions.”
“What do you think?”
Margaret raised her eyebrows at her sister; she couldn’t remember the last time Libby had asked her opinion. “It’s her choice.”
“But don’t you think she should consider those she’s leaving behind more than herself?”
“No, I think it’s the last decision she’ll get to make. Let her make it.”
“But she’ll be gone. And I’ll…we’ll have to visit her grave in that place, where…” Libby trailed off.
Last week my new husband and I had a converstation about the novel Crossing to Safety by Wallace Stegner. Anyone read it? It’s a wonderful book, but in case you haven’t, at the end one of the characters who is dying chooses a type of death that greatly upsets one of the others (I don’t think I’m giving the ending away). Is that fair? Is that right? They won’t be here to suffer the consequences, but it is often the only thing left for them to have an influence on. That discussion inspired this piece of writing. Sorry that ‘the others’ is a bit cryptic, but hopefully more explanation isn’t needed, because I’m at exactly 100 words this week.
An interesting picture provided by Rich Voza for this week’s Friday Fictioneers writing group – where writers from all over the world write about 100 words using a photo as inspiration. click here to read other people’s and to join in. And please comment below with any suggestions for improvement on mine.