“Are you mad to run a marathon at your age?”, they asked.“Not a marathon, a half marathon”, she patiently explained. “And I am walking, not running.”
“Same thing! What’s gotten into you in your old age?”
Perhaps she was mad! In her 82 years, she’d played many roles. Daughter. Granddaughter. Sister. Cousin. Niece. Friend. Sister-in-law. Aunt. Wife. Daughter-in-law. Mother. Confidant. Mother-in-law. Grandmother. Great-grandmother. Only one role eluded her- “Me”.
It took her seven hours to finish. The sidewalks were lined with people cheering her. Her great-grandchildren hugged her at the finish line.
Next year, she would attempt the full!
Drabble(n) - an extremely short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length.
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