Funny thing about Mother; slowly, surreptitiously, she just kinda sucked the heart out of you. One by one, people diminished, gave up, drifted away.
Some of us, like my father, suddenly went bang; but my sisters and I, we just slowly wound down, crumbling, giving in, until finally we stopped functioning altogether.
All except Willie, the youngest of us kids. He just went drumming on, like some damn automaton, plugging away at life, refusing to get sucked under.
And that was what finished her… in the end; without his, her jar of hearts wasn’t worth a dime.
Pressed for time again today, a re-run. In fact, probably a re-re-run. One of my favourites though, because it enables me to provide a link to one of my favourite songs, Jar of Hearts. I’m a sucker for harmonic progression. Thanks to Rochelle, for her leadership of Friday Fictioneers.