Intimidated by the drunken insults which Merryl Stone hurled at all within her sights, her neighbours learnt to be invisible…. and to ignore her.
Several weeks will pass before the odour leads me to her corpse, already decomposing on her bathroom floor.
© Jane Paterson Basil
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No one should get to die alone. My heart goes out for Merryl Stone.
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You are quite right,of course. I often write about harsh realities, and I really appreciate it when I come across a kind heart such as yours. Thank you for your comment.
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Sometimes people have a sickness. Sometimes they are softer inside then we know. This piece was sadly touching.
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I’m so glad that you see it that way. That was what I wanted to convey in those 42 words. Thank you for your comment.
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Wow 😲 short and poignant……xox
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Thank you. I enjoy the constraints of micro-stories.
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Often I find the people who push others away tend to need the most help.
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I agree. I suppose it’s a lot to do with feeling alienated.
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Whoa. Great story. (how difficult for the neighbors and the deceased.)
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Thank you.
Sometimes it’s impossible to break through another’ s anger.
Sometimes nobody even tries.
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My cancer has helped me realize that I have a tendency to push others away when I am not feeling well. So this resonated.
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I can understand that. Illness can make a person unableto be sociable. I hope you recover fully.
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