for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt
‘She’s a wonderful daughter. I changed my will yesterday, she deserves everything. She’s just brought my warm milk and pills. They look different today. The doctor probably changed them’.
The chair creaks as she gently rocks him. His breathing slows. The glass shatters upon impact with the floor. Trying to speak, his slurred words fade, he drifts away.
No need to visit tomorrow. She turns, smiles, leaves.