Speak Memory, Speak!

Silence

 

The photo over her bed was from about 70 years previous, when she was a young woman. The clock was an irrelevancy, she had no need to mark time. The brain plaques took nearly everything, except the songs. Old songs. Old melodies, they were still there. She had stories and recipes. Despite her illness something told her it was time to go and so....she did.

Done