Books By Jo Cattell

Books By Jo Cattell

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday #Summer Rain

      She took a deep breath and slowly turned the knob.  The room was dark except for what little light could come through the closed shade. You could see the dust dancing around in the sun light disturbed by the breeze the opening of the door made. Hesitating she turned on the light and for the first time in years saw the room the way it had been just before her mother died.  There were a few boxes scattered around the room, and the bed was still covered by the quilted blanket her mother had always placed on it.  It felt cold and still, like the ghost of her mother was there waiting and knew the changes that were about to come.

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