The one word prompt from Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction this week was ‘Time’.
“Time you grew up, my girl,” he growled, replacing the bucket on the hook in the barn, “no sense scriking over a bunch of dead kittens.”
And later it was “Time you found yourself a husband, we don’t need a great lump of a girl like you, hanging around the farm all day.”
But when mother died he needed me all right, and from time to time it was for more than just cooking, cleaning and helping out in the fields.
So when he fell ill, and kept me awake long nights, giving him his pills, plumping his pillows and changing his sheets, I watched his suffering with a coolly dispassionate gaze.
And when the moment was right, when there was no more satisfaction to be derived from this, I took his freshly-plumped pillow and ended his tyranny and my torment; for all time.