Miss Marble of 46 Grimace Street was sitting on her veranda watching the goings and comings of the street and reflecting on the long life she had had.
She had been alive a long time and looking back realised how lucky she was. From a simple woman playing with herbs and potions to a witch of considerable power and longevity.
Her longevity was the result of a chance encounter with the Klator, an alien but pleasant race from a distance universe who discovered Miss Marble’s Ju Ju juice potion, essential in keeping them alive. In return for the Juice, they gave Miss Marble a small vial of an elixir which had sustained her throughout the generations.
The Klator arrived on an annual basis, how they got here Miss Marble never quite understood, but each year they’d show up, a vial of the elixir in one hand and an outstretched hand for the potion they so needed.
She was aging, she could see that. She was by now some five hundred years old, she’d seen a lot, she’d met a lot of people, not all good, but on the whole, people were honest folk trying their best to get along in life. In the mirror she saw a middle-aged woman, there were lines on her face now, age lines especially around her eyes, but she refused to slow down as in these present times there were many reliant upon her potions and help.
She’d watched Grimace Street grow up around her, she’d become the arbiter of who moved into the street, and she’d made great friends with most of the residents.
But time had marched on, and she’d buried more friends than she wanted to and her only constant was her faithful hound Sal, who with a drop of the elixir each week had lived on with her. But he too was aging, and in her reflective moments, she wondered how much longer they might survive.
When the time came she knew she would welcome it, despite the pull of living, she understood she had had her time, and it was time to rest. What would happen to Grimace Street she often wondered, there was no one to take over from her, it would be expecting far too much for anyone to take on her life.
She had all these things to reflect on and in the late afternoon sun, watching the kids from Number 57 playing their games in the street, she knew her legacy was something to be proud of.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/05/30/tale-weaver-225-reflection-may-30th/
Morpethroad 
Nice to hear from Miss Marble again.
Yes I have been neglecting her.
She always has nice stories up her sleeve!
What a gentle reflection on a wonderful life. I hope when I reach 500 I shall have much to look back on. 🙂
I’m sure you will. I’ll be sure to check in on you 😁
Maybe we could have a reunion at the 250 mark?
I’ll mark it on my calendar
I already have. Smirk, grin, smile.
There are days when this woman is me. I’m not 500 years old, even though there are days when I feel it. I too, am wondering how much time I have left. Not miserably you understand, merely curious…
It’s something we tend to think more about as we get older. Thanks for stopping by.
Good to see Miss Marble Michael.
I think it is time for Miss Marble to move to Florida and search for the fountain of youth.
Perhaps an unexpected character will show up to be Miss Marble’s apprentice?
Always good to be happy with what was and is.
Hard to do when memory lapses. Dementia isn’t kind across the board.
In my original miss marble story she does ask a neighbour to do just that but I never pursued that idea. The sourcerers apprentice keeps coming to mind.
That was a fun movie… so many things to go a stray 🙂