Remains of the day

And so it was, as the sun charioted across the sky, sinking below the horizon in a maelstrom of color, and the pale shore birds, in contrast, waded in the quiet surf, nibbling sweet mussels burrowing into the wet sand, that she revisited her life.

The events that made up her time on earth, bringing to mind images of people she met, and their role in creating who and what she was, rewound through her memories.

Would her legacy be vainglorious like a sunset, or unpretentious as a snowy ibis. Would she be satisfied with the remains of her days?

The 100 Word Challenge, to tell a story in only 100 words. This week’s theme is ‘Remains of the day’

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