by David Elder

Created on: November 04, 2008   Last Updated: November 17, 2008

Losing balance

The cottage sat, as always, tucked into the protective cover of the surrounding oaks, ablaze with light and appearing as the quintessential picture of coziness. Christine opened the brightly painted gate and walked through the moonlight to the front door, breathing in the night jasmine that arched over the entrance. It was early in the evening, so it was still warm enough for a window beside the door to be open, and she heard sweet and cheerful singing coming from within. Knocking firmly on the door, Christine thought to herself how Mrs. Smith was her favorite shut-in.

Most of the elderly patients that Christine visited were in terrible shape, both physically and mentally. It was a sad fact that the pain and loss suffered by senior citizens often gave them a negative outlook on life in their remaining years. Geraldine Smith however was the image of vitality, and neither illness nor dementia plagued her days. Her attitude was positive and upbeat, and Christine suspected that the only reason she had been hired was for the occasional companionship she provided.

The front door opened smoothly on well oiled hinges, and Christine was greeted with the smiling face she had come to love.

"Good evening my dear, thank you for agreeing to see me tonight. I know you have been terribly busy, and I appreciate you taking the time." The old woman stood in the entrance, wearing a short sleeved summer dress and sandals.

Christine was somewhat taken aback by her attire, which seemed a bit incongruous for the occasion.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to go for a little moonlit walk." She stood there expectantly until Christine shook her head in agreement. "Good. There is something that I need to talk to you about. It will be just another minute while I get my hat."

She disappeared into the back for a short time, humming a pleasant tune, and then reappeared wearing a wide brimmed straw hat, which was adorned with colorful cloth flowers. Closing the door behind her, Mrs. Smith took the younger woman's arm and offered the most sincere smile Christine had ever seen.

"There is a bench that overlooks the town just a short walk from here, which has a glorious view. As we walk, some of what I say may startle you, but please bear with me. I haven't much time. You see, I have decided to end my life tonight."

Christine jerked her arm away with the mention of suicide. She opened her mouth to speak, but the old woman held up her hand to silence her.

"Don't worry dear, I won't be killing myself.

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