last request – by sarah

I take a  gulp of my tea , surveying my pristine  garden . “A lot of toil went into this soil.” , I chuckle. I wheel  down the winding path , to the  place that has never been tended . The reason I am here  .

My memory flashes to screams and terror and a  teacup falling out of her hands as I run , for help. 

I pull Tilly’s teacup that she dropped from her gentle fingers 50 years ago and wheel back to the nurse waiting in the house . Back to the hospital where I will most likely die . At least I’ll have a part of Tilly with me . If I repent what I did to her , can I meet her in heaven?

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