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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      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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