“Damn’ woman needs locking up” says Matt, watching his mother-in-law through the kitchen window.
“Leave her, she’s doing no harm.”
“Pacing around, all day… is that the behaviour of a sane person?
“She thinks she’s warding off bad luck. It keeps her happy.”
Matt opens the window.
“Stupid cow,” he bellows.
The old lady looks up, puzzled, her step faltering so that her rubber boot comes down firmly on the crack in the flagged yard.
The old lady is still standing there, rooted in horror, as the sirens herald the approach of assistance that will arrive too late for her son-in-law.
Not too much time to devote today, as we’re still busy on the river. For other (probably better prepared 🙂 ) submissions, click on the Friday Fictioneers link. Thanks once again to Rochelle for her ministrations.