Word prompt: Night
As the sun set, she looked at her Mother, tucked up in her hospital bed, ghostly pale and still.
She looked peaceful, blissfully unaware that her life teetered in the balance.
The stroke suffered 27 days earlier, she had been told by Doctors ‘ Could take her any time’
With visiting hours over, she rose from her chair and placed a kiss on her Mother’s forehead, the sound of her breathing a small comfort that life was still present.
Lingering in the doorway, a single tear rolled down her face as she whispered her goodbye ‘Good night Mum, don’t get up to too much mischief!’