𝙎𝘾𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈 𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙀𝙉 [✭] 𝙎𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙏𝙁𝙋

chapter nine; bad habits

  "Okay dear, I'll see you soon." Lyndia Eisley spoke gently into her cell phone as she rocked in her rocking chair.

   Alike to many elderly people, Lyndia Eisley was not one for the new technologies of the world, and so it took her quite a few seconds longer than it would take a younger person for her to finally remember which button it was that turned off her cell phone.

   Lyndia was rather grateful to have such a sweet son to buy her a cell phone even when the old woman insisted she was fine using her landline. However, her son argued that using her landline was such an inefficient way to communicate with the world these days. It seemed that the world was changing and evolving by the second.

   She still remembered the days when she was just a girl watching Mickey Mouse on her father's black and white television. But then again, it had been some time since she was just a girl. Seventy something years if Lyndia was correct, but remembering things was hard these days. At this point, she simply left all the remembering up to her younger husband.

    Oh yes, while Lyndia Eisley was somewhere in her mid-eighties, her husband; Joseph Eisley had just hit age seventy-six. A number which to someone of Lyndia's age was still quite young.

   Setting her phone aside, Lyndia smiled fondly at thoughts of her husband and son. At one point, Lyndia had both a daughter and son, but her daughter, unfortunately, was taken away far too early. Lyndia still remembered her daughter ever so vividly, the way her bright brunette curls bounced as she skipped or her perfectly straight teeth that gleamed when she smiled.

   However, her daughter died at the tender age of eleven when she was hit by a car. In retrospect, Lyndia should have been more avid in teaching her how to look both ways before you crossed the street, but at the same time, no person should ever have as much to drink as the person who hit her daughter had.

   Sighing at the thought of her daughter who she still missed greatly, Lyndia slowly got up from her rocking chair, her frail frame shaking. The old woman looked as most would imagine an old lady too, greying hair, frail and sickly looking, short. Yes, that just about summed up Lyndia Eisley.

   Oh, but that was definitely not how she looked about sixty years prior. Lyndia still remembered the way her long raven hair used sway with the wind, or how when she walked she was not constantly hearing different joints popping and cracking.

   Hobbling forward, Lyndia waltzed through her small but homey house. She had lived in this house for the past thirty years and despite its small size, it had done her, her husband, and her son (when he lived with them) well. Though it was an aged house with many trinkets and photos and other junk (not that Lyndia would ever admit that it's junk) lying around, it was still perfect in Lyndia's opinion.

   With the goal of brewing a nice warm cup of tea on her mind, Lyndia began making her way to the kitchen. Her husband whom she had just been on the phone with was due to arrive in the next fifteen minutes. Their shower had broken and he ran to Home Depot to get the correct part in order to fix it.

   Lyndia made a noise of discomfort as her chest upheaved with a slight burning sensation. She had not felt her best all afternoon from her tunneling vision to her chest pains. However, Lyndia opted to ignore the feelings as she did not want to concern her husband. It seemed all he did these days was fret over her anyhow.

    Grasping the knob of her cupboard, Lyndia opened it, her eyes shining as she caught sight of the tea-bag. Reaching up, Lyndia intended to grab the tea-bag until she felt it.

   In a sudden motion, pain like Lyndia had never felt before jolted up through her left arm hitting her heart. Opening her mouth with a gasp, Lyndia's legs gave out and the old woman tumbled to the ground.