photo courtesy Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Lucy’s bedroom window framed her world. From her bed or her wheelchair, she lived through the seasons and the days through her window.
Never had she thought she would be so confined. As a girl, a young woman, even into her seventies, she had lived in and loved the outdoors, taking part in every activity on the ranch.
Now, twisted and hurting from the arthritis that had claimed her body, all she could do was watch. Today, she watched her beloved horses . Unconcerned, they enjoyed their morning meal.
Tears leaked down the creases of her cheeks.