The rocking horse
Martha looked at the rocking horse, brought for her son. He hadn’t lived to use it. The accident took his father too.
Her lip quivered. Even with treatment, she had too little time to sort things.
The house would go to charity, but having her possessions auctioned after…seemed so undignified. She had now sold almost everything. But the rocking horse….
She sniffed back tears, she couldn’t bear to take money for it. But the children at the home could have it as a Christmas present.
Decision made, she hobbled to the phone, through the echoing rooms.