Outside the cabin, the wind howled through the trees, while inside, the old woman’s fire was nearly out. As she sat in her creaky rocker she reminisced on her youth. When she was young, her fire was bright and full, as she aged it slowly dwindled. Now, it was almost out. it was almost time. She sat in that rocker hugging six picture frames.
- Her parents on their wedding day.
- Her wedding day.
- Her first son
- Her second son
- Her third son
- Her only daughter.
She slowly closed her eyes and tried to imagine what her children were doing at this exact moment. How would they react when it happened? She opened her eyes, and stared at the fire. It was more a spark than a flame. It was so small, but the old woman wasn’t scared.
Just 3 minutes later, the spark died
The woman did too
And a single ash danced across the room.
Outside of the old woman’s door, Oak Street turned onto Pine Street. If you followed that road all the way to Main Street, you would find Silver Rose Hospital.
On the fourth floor, in room 423 a baby was born.
A new flame ignited.