Short Story: Time of Rest

She had her pot of tea gently steaming on the table, her aching feet propped comfortably on the footrest and her favourite lavender-scented puppy settled on the back of her armchair.

After a day of hard work, she had carved out this block of time for herself. Nothing and no one would break this much needed time of rest.

“Mum!”

A sharp cry of distress cut through the air.

She shot to her feet and raced down the stairs, tea left on the table and her puppy forgotten on the floor.

~End~

 

Genre: slice of life, family

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