100 Word Stories
This was different from the last time I saw her. The 100 yard stare I recognized in her eyes then, had settled to permanence on her face. I was afraid to approach her, the risk of being so close to someone that already had one foot in the grave.
I counted the amount of footsteps it took me to close the gap. Twenty five pain staking steps. I had to convince myself to keep going but it was unlikely that she would remember me. She doesn’t remember anyone these days, with the exception of her Husband.
He died years ago.