One last sweet trip to the lakehouse before she became too sick to travel. The illness had ravaged her body. At times she had been unable to put one foot in front of the other as she accepted the poison that the Doctor’s offered her as a cure. She had fought and fought to preserve her life but it was not to be. A small snippet of a song remembered from her high school years became her mantra:
“When you walk through a storm
Keep your chin up high
And don’t be afraid of the dark
At the end of a storm is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark”
On the last day of her sojourn, she awoke and was greeted by the golden sky and truly was not afraid.
This is written in response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, https://www.scvincent.com/2017/03/30/thursday-photo-prompt-Gold#writephoto.