The View

The time had come for Rose to move into assisted living, where she was quite insistent upon a room with a view. She chose a room that overlooked the beautiful courtyard, with its flowers and wild birds. 

The area was carefully maintained and continually busy from dawn to dusk. Rose would sit and breathe in the floral scents, as she listened to the songs of the birds.

Now totally sightless, she valued the imagined view outside her room.

Story by: McGuffy Ann Morris
Picture: Photobucket

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