Growing Older

She sat, watching the world around her getting older, her included. It had been a rather tough day and she disliked what ageing did to her.

I may be wiser, she thought, but I feel like I’m on my last few breaths before I leave this world again. I don’t want to go, but know it is time to move on.

As she sat back to take in the last sight of the world she loved, a door behind her opened and slammed loudly.

“Move over, Saturday. The day of rest has arrived. See you in a week’s time.”


Written in response to the 99-word flash fiction challenge with the theme of ‘growing older’, hosted by Charli Mills at the Carrot Ranch.

Image credit: Charli Mills

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45 thoughts on “Growing Older

  1. Nice post, everybody will leave this world, but leave behind the attitude and character. That’s why be kind with the people, because people will remember any person from his attitude. Stay Blessed.

  2. Well done, Hugh! And, there’s a happy ending. It’s so nice, to leave and come back – refreshed! As a Saturday or any other day. Every morning we wake up, we smile at what lies ahead today. 🙂

      1. I know what you mean… and I have to say that sometimes it appears that way by all the stuff I have to get done on a Saturday on a regular basis…. haha!

    1. Thanks, Norah. I based this piece on a short story from my first short story collection. Yes, I guess every week must be like deja vu, 😀but I guess as the days of the week cover the whole of our planet, they must see so much every time they visit. I wonder which day of the week we’d all like to be? I think I’d like to be ‘Friday.’

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