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.


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.



Genre: slice of life, family

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