Although it was nice outside, Harry sat as he usually did in the old recliner with his feet up and the TV on. He seldom went out anymore Breathing was getting hard for him. Could hardly walk to the kitchen to make his coffee.
The television couldn’t hold the attention of his wandering mind. His thoughts focused on the large crack in the wall. In his memory he could hear Mattie as clear as a bell,
“You’d better get that crack repaired before it gets worse. It started with just a little crack in the corner. Now look at it! The whole house will crash if you don’t do something about it.”
There was a certain warmth when he thought of Mattie’s nagging. There was life when she was around, either laughing or nagging. That was Mattie. He missed her. And she was probably right about the crack. It should have been repaired long ago. Not much hope to save it now.
They first noticed the little crack in the corner about the same time he noticed that his ole ticker had a bit of a problem. Doctor said he had a small leak in a couple valves. Doctor said he could repair it if they got at it soon.
That Mattie. Same old story,
“You’d better get that leak repaired before it gets worse. It’s little now, but the whole thing may crash on you if you don’t do something about it.”
That was Mattie, either laughing or nagging. He missed her. And she was probably right about the leak in the ole ticker. It should have been repaired long ago. Not much hope to save it now.
Neither Harry nor the house were very old. They would both probably last another twenty years. It was Mattie who was gone, along with her laughter and her nagging. That Mattie! She was a live one all right! And she was probably right, all right.
“Look at that! Some plaster fell off the wall. I can’t help it now. Guess I’ll make a cup of coffee.”
Pushing himself up from the chair, he felt unusually weak.
Written for September Writing Prompts, Michelle. Join the fun. Great variety.
Today’ prompt: the crack in the corner