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This week’s prompt: …the parched ground crumbled…+ 100 words
HOME AT LAST
Ivy wrenched the wheel as hard as she could; the car swerved. Angry gravel scattered and pelted the hubcaps. She panted and wheezed, and coasted to a stop. The old red house of her youth had endured. Home at last. Relieved tears obscured her view.
Hands shaking, she heaved her age-worn bones out of the car, grasped her cane and hobbled to the backyard. The parched ground crumbled beneath her feet. Ancient and useless as me, I see.
Cr-r-ruck. A raven carped. Ugly birds endured too.
I’d much rather die here alone than in that stinking nursing home. No-one will think to look here.