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

She cleaned houses as an antidote to loneliness. And when the day she had to retire came, she faced the sterility of her once again empty life with real fear.

On her last day of ‘usefulness’ she found her feet dragging as she walked home. Surprisingly, there was a figure on her doorstep. It was the man her daughter had discarded like an old sock when richer pickings came along. He got to his feet at her approach, bending to kiss her cheek.

“Happy birthday,” he said quietly then put a small brown puppy in her hands before turning away.

© jj 2019

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