Rachael Harrie's 4th Campaign 200-word Flash Short Story is in session. I must say I did all requested. I've posted 200 words, exactly, beginning with "Shadows crept across the wall," used the word "orange," and ended with "everything faded."
Shadows crept across the wall as evening approached, an all too familiar sign that another day drew nigh. Evelyn’s soft wrinkled face shone with disappointment as the orange glow of the sun faded on the horizon. She lay quiet as one small tear escaped from the corner of her eye. Memories were all she had left to share with anyone willing to sit and listen, but no one ever came.
Everyone bustled in the hallways as she turned her eyes toward the sounds of squeaking wheelchairs, footsteps shuffling along with walkers on the newly waxed tiles. They were all scurrying to the dinner hall. Evelyn waited patiently for assistance, too weak to walk on her own. The years had been kind to her, but her bones were too fragile and she fell often.
Her family rarely visited, except for holidays and her birthday. Evelyn would be one hundred tomorrow and looked forward to their visit. Time is precious to those who have reached its end, unending to those who are too young to know its importance, and wasted by those who don’t understand its value.