The soothing sound of a radio in the distance was playing a Roger Miller tune. “England swings like a pendulum do, bobbies on bicycles two by two…” The shadows were growing as dusk appeared in the sky. She laid on the couch with a blanket over her legs. Someone knocked on the door. They knocked again. You could hear muffled noises outside the door as the person fished their keys out of their pocket. The door slowly creaked open and let the last of the fading sunlight in putting a little color back on the woman’s too pale cheeks. “Alright sis,” the man said. “It is time to be awake and get your groceries.”
There was no response though. The woman was still and silent. Too still. The man walked over to her and touched her hand immediately gasping. He knelt down and frantically tried to find a pulse. It was too late. His sister had passed away in her sleep several hours before he got there. He slowly walked to the phone and called the police as a tear ran down his cheek.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – pendulum