Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – One Hundred and Ninety-One

It was by any standards an ugly picture, and the little guy mending clocks by the light of a single lantern might just have been the ugliest thing in it.

But the household children loved him, bidding him goodnight before they tumbled into their beds and wishing him good morning when they rose.

Then the sickness came. 

Mother sat by her babes watching and praying in the darkest hour. Even as despair brought her to tears, the old man from the picture appeared at her elbow, stooping to caress each perspiring head. 

The children fell instantly into a healing sleep.

©️jj 2019

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