The Visitor

‘As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.’ Leonardo de Vinci

Her eyes are closed allowing her ruminations to wander unfettered…unchallenged by the light of day.

Some days her thoughts are succinct others they wander aimlessly through her ninety years. Days spent on the farm with her Papa, days riding to school on her favourite horse. The day she received her certificate for English, her marriage, the birth of her children.

Then there are days like today, voices talking quietly. She concentrates…her son, her daughter their families. She feels their loving touch and smiles.

Then she remembers her late night visitor…death was his name. Soon she will invite him to stay.

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