Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Two Hundred and Thirty-One

Home town, whose twisty walls and little alleyways were a world away from her luxury apartment overlooking the sea in Monaco. 

Why was she here today, she wondered, observing an unnaturally still and silent street through half-closed eyes.

There were people about, but all stood still and mute as a funeral cortège made its stately way along the otherwise traffic-free street.

She idly wondered who was important enough to stop the traffic for, and peeped into the flower-bedecked hearse.

She saw an old woman in a glass coffin and understood.

They had brought her here to rest.

© jj 2019

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