The time was coming, when Mavis would leave this world in much the same way she arrived… with nothing.
However, Mavis had her own ideas. If the Chinese Emperors could take their terracotta armies and the Egyptians had their slaves, Mavis was going to be buried in her lounge room in her own Empire.
“Mother, we’re going for a drive,” her daughters chimed in unison. Although they were middle-aged, Mavis always knew there was trouble whenever they palled up. There was no way they were taking her to a nursing home. She’d die first.
Then, she saw the cake. “Happy Birthday, Gran!”
This has been another contribution for Friday Fictioneers. PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.