Her eyes closed around tears.
After her funeral, the neighbours held a wake in the pub. 'She'll be spinning in her grave,' laughed the landlord, raising his glass. 'Here's to a future of live and let live.'
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Edith lay on her deathbed, listening to the familiar neighbourhood sounds drifting in through the window. She wished someone would visit her. The couple whose daughter she'd saved from moral ruin; the men whose ways she'd tried to correct. The divorcee whose brewery-owning admirer she'd managed to chase off. I've helped so many people, she thought, Yet nobody cares that I'm dying.
Her eyes closed around tears. After her funeral, the neighbours held a wake in the pub. 'She'll be spinning in her grave,' laughed the landlord, raising his glass. 'Here's to a future of live and let live.'
10 Comments
Mary K. Curran
28/6/2024 01:35:57 pm
A "savior" in her own mind. Every neighborhood has one. Good story!
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Mimi Grouse
28/6/2024 02:44:14 pm
Thank you, Mary.
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Jennifer Duncan
28/6/2024 09:49:56 pm
It's sad though because she genuinely thought she was helping people. She just didn't know that you can't assume you know what's best for people.
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Mimi Grouse
29/6/2024 05:56:55 am
Thank you, Jennifer.
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Judith White Hughes
29/6/2024 11:53:12 pm
A warning for my advancing years! Thanks, Mimi. Very well done.
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Mimi Grouse
30/6/2024 04:46:48 am
Thank you, Judith.
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Tom Baldwin
1/7/2024 06:19:14 am
Sad, true, and funny, Mimi.
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Mimi Grouse
1/7/2024 06:45:29 am
Thank you, Tom.
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Sue Clayton
1/7/2024 07:07:28 am
Poor Edith.
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Mimi Grouse
1/7/2024 07:18:19 am
Thank you, Sue.
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