Entry for Micro Bookends 1.14 challenge. The story must be between 90 and 110 words, start with peace,end with prize and incorporate the photo prompt.
“Peace? “How can you possibly believe she is at peace?” I ask my relatives of the extended kind, interrupting their analysis of the mental waves that the body they once knew as a cousin was riding. What their limited appearances didn’t allow them to know is that the ebb into limbs with less dramatic angles and a quieter mind is always followed by a dramatic and painful flow back to the shore of her new normal. The caregiver who now needs constant care. The mother who is now the child. The life of the party who is now the wallflower. Being swept out to sea for good, that’s her prize.