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Without further delay, here are the new prompts:
HERE IS MY STORY:
Sleep was eluding Helen yet again. She looked at her radio alarm clock, the digital display was reading 4.00 a.m. She had tossed and turned for the last few nights, yes she had things on her mind, she had decisions to make, huge, life changing decisions that would make or break her.
She looked at the restful sleeping body beside her. Nothing ever seemed to bother Ron, he was snoring gently, his chest rising and falling steadily, oblivious to her cares, to her woes and was a typical male (in her mind) who was able to compartmentalise things. So he would put something in a drawer, close it and file it away to be dealt with at the appropriate time.
It was no good; she would have to get up. As gently and quietly as she could Helen rose from the bed, although she did wonder why she bothered to be quiet, Ron could and did sleep through hurricanes, nothing would wake him until he had had his normal sleep cycle. Even 30 years ago no babies screaming their heads off in the middle of the night would awaken him. He always rose fresh and able to tackle a day’s work.
She let herself quietly out of the door and wrapped her thick woolly cardigan around her and trudged down to the road and slowly jogged to the beach. She sat on a boulder and waited for the sun to rise.
She was always amazed at the sight she saw, the sun rising over the horizon, the colours imbuing the sky and sea and land with so much hope that she always felt invigorated and revitalised making all her night time worries melt away into insignificant petty nuisances.
Sitting there enjoying these moments Helen realised that she had made her decision and now all she had to do was to tell Ron and see what his reaction was.
Back in the shelter of her cosy kitchen she made the tea and put a couple of slices of bread into the toaster. Buttering her warm slices she ate slowly while she pondered on the best way to break the news to her husband.
Helen entered the bedroom with a cup of tea for Ron and one for herself just as the alarm went off. Ron stirred and she turned off the intrusive beeping of the alarm. She passed him his cup of tea and straightened the heirloom quilted cover over the bed.
She stroked the material feeling every loving stitch her grandmother had sewn and started to speak. Ron put his hand over hers and smiled at her encouragingly. She told him she would go into the hospice when the time came. She didn't want to be a burden to him or to their children.
Ron nodded and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly, he whispered those three words she always longed to hear that he usually found so difficult to say. ‘I love you.’
Word count: 496