Edith

By Clara Becker

She laid the gerbera daisies upon the cold stone. They were Edith’s favorite.
“Danny lost his job. They told him Friday.”

The woman was quiet for a minute, then sighed. “He misses you. We all do. What happened, E? How did it get so bad?” She sat there for a few moments longer, maybe waiting for an answer, then sighed again. “I’ll come back tomorrow.”

The woman got up and brushed the dirt off her pants. She walked to the gate and looked up at the darkening sky. “Why did you go, sis?” Then she was gone.


“I write because I think that my fiction tells more about me than I can say.” – the writer

6 thoughts on “Edith

  1. I thought it would be about a mother. Finding out it was the sister was even worse. So sad. I like how you portrayed the griever – someone who comes over and just talks about life as if to fill them in. I think we all do it from time to time. It brings us closer to them somehow.

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