nodding toward the living room.
“Give me the knife first,” he said quietly. I could tell that he was mustering courage to come near me. Me of all people; Zaydee Lansing, the girl who had accomplished nothing in twenty eight miserable years on the planet.
“Go get it!” I screamed, picking up the large, sharp kitchen knife.
Garrett licked his lips nervously, but finally nodded in agreement as he quickly left and reappeared with what was left of the only good thing I might have done.
I placed the knife down on the counter and held out my hands. Garrett handed me the vase and I smiled as I looked down at it. A sad smile, a smile that told me that I was doing the right thing. I took a deep breath and held what was left of my son closely to my chest, my eyes closed for a moment.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered to Scott.
In quick movements, I placed the vase down on top of the island, pulled the lid off and looked at the ashes deep inside for a moment. Then I grabbed the knife and dragged it as deeply as I could across my throat. My hope was to get some of what was left of the last few moments of my life in with my son’s ashes. This way I would have finally been with him in a sense.
The feeling of the cool blade burned slightly and I had to tug it across after I managed to get it stuck somehow in the front of my neck.
I heard Garrett’s horrified scream as I fell over and I could feel the choking feeling take over me as the light from the world started fading again.
But it was over now; I could feel it as the cold washed over me. And I would look my best when I saw my grandfather and possibly my son, for the first time.
Frances Lettsworth, aged 84, the greatest man I had ever known, died on a Friday not seven days before. I could only hope that he knew in his heart that I had done this for him.
About the Author
Yolanda Olson is an award winning and international bestselling author. Born and raised in Bridgeport, CT where she currently resides, she usually spends her time watching her favorite channel, Investigation Discovery. Occasionally, she takes a break to write books and test the limits of her mind. Also an avid horror movie fan, she likes to incorporate dark elements into the majority of her books.
You can keep in touch with her on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.
“Give me the knife first,” he said quietly. I could tell that he was mustering courage to come near me. Me of all people; Zaydee Lansing, the girl who had accomplished nothing in twenty eight miserable years on the planet.
“Go get it!” I screamed, picking up the large, sharp kitchen knife.
Garrett licked his lips nervously, but finally nodded in agreement as he quickly left and reappeared with what was left of the only good thing I might have done.
I placed the knife down on the counter and held out my hands. Garrett handed me the vase and I smiled as I looked down at it. A sad smile, a smile that told me that I was doing the right thing. I took a deep breath and held what was left of my son closely to my chest, my eyes closed for a moment.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered to Scott.
In quick movements, I placed the vase down on top of the island, pulled the lid off and looked at the ashes deep inside for a moment. Then I grabbed the knife and dragged it as deeply as I could across my throat. My hope was to get some of what was left of the last few moments of my life in with my son’s ashes. This way I would have finally been with him in a sense.
The feeling of the cool blade burned slightly and I had to tug it across after I managed to get it stuck somehow in the front of my neck.
I heard Garrett’s horrified scream as I fell over and I could feel the choking feeling take over me as the light from the world started fading again.
But it was over now; I could feel it as the cold washed over me. And I would look my best when I saw my grandfather and possibly my son, for the first time.
Frances Lettsworth, aged 84, the greatest man I had ever known, died on a Friday not seven days before. I could only hope that he knew in his heart that I had done this for him.
About the Author
Yolanda Olson is an award winning and international bestselling author. Born and raised in Bridgeport, CT where she currently resides, she usually spends her time watching her favorite channel, Investigation Discovery. Occasionally, she takes a break to write books and test the limits of her mind. Also an avid horror movie fan, she likes to incorporate dark elements into the majority of her books.
You can keep in touch with her on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.
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