Kimberly M

Through the barn door

Felicity stared out the large, country window, her soft grey curls framing her wrinkled face. She sat like a statue, so still that you could barely see her breathing. Around her were the rumblings of her family, different voices coming from different parts of the house. But this commotion did not stir any reaction from the frail old woman, and she looked more like a beautiful portrait of an elderly lady rather than one in real life. In fact, the only sign of life, actual life, were the occasional blinks from her big, brown eyes.