About twenty-five years ago at a family gathering my cousin’s new husband mentioned in passing that he had walked into his dying father’s hospital room and his mother was lying next to her husband with his IV tube draped across her. A nurse walked in and made her get out of the bed and without arguement she did.
She was a very proper Irish woman with a lovely lilt to her voice and would carry her hand bag with her if she changed chairs in a room or walked into the kitchen.
I tried for years to do justice to this lovely woman and always ended up with a story in the 1500-2000 word range but never felt it was right. Last year I wrote a flash story in the 700 word range and I only became satisfied with it when I hit 100 words and then sent it out and Chris made my day by taking it. It was just one of those stories that took a while to brew.