This is my entry of March 2020: Open Month fromjustwriteit, enjoy!
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The air shifted as the tired moon retreated. The sun peeked bit by bit, shy at first, then gaining confidence as things started to sparkle and come to life. Beaming in the cloud-free sky, its rays sneaked between the curtains and she stirred slightly.
Trees rustling to the slight breeze and birds chirping performing their morning singing rituals, she squinted and tried to rub the sleep out of tired brown eyes. Her joints cracked prompting an annoyed groan to disrupt the blissful silence of the morning's early hours. "At least you can pretend to be a music instrument," she snorted, dry humor coating her words, turned around and shielded her eyes from the merciless attack of the light seeping in.
After rolling off the bed, she grunted as her weight, albeit not much, pressed down on her knees that kept playing unnerving mantras while she barely held herself upright during a very quick and efficient shower. As she slowly got dressed, a nice smell wafted around undoubtedly from the kitchen to her nostrils. She inhaled deeply and frowned, hastily fixing her outfit.
Holding the handrail for dear life, heart thumping loudly in her ribcage, her hunched form bent forward in search of anything downstairs. "As if the arthritis wasn't enough, now I'm getting heart palpitations." She grumbled faintly, the smell getting stronger the closer she got the kitchen.
In a futile attempt to calm down her erratic heart, a dainty hand was placed flat against a rapidly rising chest, old age clear in its curvy veins and loose skin.
The sight that met her widened eyes nearly gave her a heart attack. Breakfast was ready; everything was laid out perfectly, like it used to be for the past two years. "Liza, are you here?" Her voice quivered.
It couldn't be.
"Yes, ma'am. I'm here and everything is served as you always ask for." Liza replied with a polite grin. "Oh, excuse my manners. Good morning, Mrs. Williams. You're looking fine on this lovely day.
Mrs. Williams gasped as the kitchen started spinning, eyelids fluttered and a loud thud resonated in the tiny house as her body collided with the cold floor beneath. Gasping, Liza rushed over to her employer arms stretched before her. However, as she tried to pull Mrs. Williams up, her hands went through the frail figure lying limp, again and again and again.
Realization hit her like a brick wall falling from the sky on her head. Liza's eyes widened and she dropped unconscious next to the old woman.
Mrs. Williams stirred again wary that she woke up to nothing. Silence overlapped for a couple of minutes, making her question everything she saw and heard before fainting. She swallowed, her throat dry, and pushed herself up to her trembling legs. "A glass of water, Mrs.?" She shrieked at the sudden unwelcomed voice.
