The cottage was quite near the sea. You couldn’t see the blue ocean, but the smell of the salty water made its way through the woods and the woman who was sitting on the porch of the hut, drew the quilt tighter around her shivering shoulders.The woman had been living in her cottage for a long time. She lived alone, had always been alone, and for years she had been content in her solitude. She didn’t care about people, they disturbed her. They were either too noisy or distrustful in their silence. She felt awkward amongst people.
However lately, getting older, she had started to fear. She wasn’t afraid of getting older. No, getting older was a thing not worth fighting against. She wasn’t fearful of death. Dying was the logical end to life. It should had been silly to be scared of death and she had never considered herself to be ridiculous.
She just didn’t want to die alone. She despised the thought of dying and nobody finding her for weeks, months, even years. She felt nauseated when she thought about her body, slowly rotting in the bed or maybe on the floor.
She didn’t want that to happen. She didn’t resent the changes that happened in the corpse after dying. She wasn’t a person of vanity and yet the thought of her rotting body, spreading odours into her beautiful rooms, disturbed her a lot. Somehow it didn’t feel good. It felt sad.
The shivers grew stronger and the woman went inside. She was tired. Tired of everything and before she went to sleep, she wondered would she ever have the power and time to find somebody
10 comments:
What a wonderful story! Is it finished? There was no period at the end and I'm waiting to see if she's found someone! :)
I'm afraid, that for the moment, this was all of this story. That's my trademark:) leaving open ends, the reader to fill the rest with their inspiration and imagination.
Touching story, I really think that we people need each other.
Yes, it must be the truth, Itkupilli, because when the end is coming nearer, people tend to utter their need of other people, although earlier they have been voting on the possibility of coping alone.
You must be happy to know that somebody cares about you, and not only about your money (if you have any).
It's a good thing, HPY, not to have money too much!
Hpy
So I could say if somebody cares about me, thats not because of money...so there is always a positive aspect...
True love, Itkupilli, let's believe in that!
Death easily brings out ugly sides in people, Itkupilli, even when there is just one bottle of wine to share between several persons and nobody wants to receive less than his neighbour.
Big emotions tangle and come up with death. Sometimes it even feels that people have competitions in sorrow and for the love of the deceased one.
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