Gilda looked at the plot of land. It was small. She wasn’t sure there would be enough space to build a shed, let alone a one-bedroom flat.
Her daughter was excited about the project. In six months time, there would be a new home at the end of the garden. A new home for her.
Since Martin had died, her own home had become far too big for her. And she could no longer manage the stairs as easily.
Her daughter’s solution was for her to downsize into a sort of granny flat. Gilda adored her child, but she also adored her own space.
Would she be giving up her freedom by living so close to her daughter?
About This Story
The above story is part of a collection of short fiction pieces that I have collated and published into a paperback book.
