Older Woman Novels & Stories

He lifted his head and grinned widely at Anya. " She's here." He said looking back at the old woman, still smiling. " It's so good to meet you, darlin' ". The old woman said in a frail voice and touched Anya's hands with her wrinkled ones. The warmth of her touch rejuvenated her skin. The woman looked like she was in her late eighties. Anya highly doubted if it was Ronan's mother, or maybe grandmother.

But I’ll have to keep aside that argument for another time, right now, I need to know why Lucas was trusting me with the location of so many vulnerable humans. “Vandal Rudolf, did you say?” I whipped around in the direction of the voice and was surprised to find an old woman walking through the crowd towards us. Her body was bent forward from the waist up and she used a cane to support herself. She was so old she looked ancient; he body was covered in wrinkles and she seems to have lost almost all her teeth. Her voice held a tremor of age and her hair was completely white against pale, almost ashen skin. A young girl of about eleven or twelve with wildly curled black hair and deep brown eyes

She sauntered around the little cottage she lived in with her little family, on the outskirts of the little village, she found her elderly Grandmother pounding on a mortar pistol. She stared at the way the old woman pounded without breaking a sweat with admiration, sitting on the mat spread on the ground, while around her were different jars of remedy, herbs, and leaves. "Grandmother is working hard" she beamed wider, stopping in front of the woman, who stopped what she was going and gazed up at her, her green eyes meeting the luxuriant ones of the maiden.

He seemed puzzled but shrugged and let us into what looked to be a large living room. A large coal fireplace sat embedded into one of the wider walls, though it wasn’t on because of the summer heat. Next to it was a single sofa chair and a rocking chair. Within was an ancient woman. I couldn't guess as to her age, but she had to be at least in her eighties or nineties. As with the guards, I couldn’t smell the old lady, either. It was strange.

They were the warmest elders she met that particular day. "Hello, Aunty Fu." She greeted the old woman who was sitting calmly in a corner of the room. "Hello, young lady." Mrs. Fu smiled warmly. She was a sweet old lady. Her pale face was covered with wrinkles yet it was singing her remarkable beauty in the peak of her youth. If not for her weak body, it would be her helping her husband rather than hiring someone.

the woman said. She shook her head. "No, no, it's okay." The old woman, probably around late 50s, bowed her head and smiled kindly. "I thought while looking at you, you might want a drink. The scene is beautiful, isn't it?" Margarette followed the old woman's gaze, and she immediately sighed before shaking her head. "Not actually."

Marcus smiled and nodded. An older woman who couldn't walk up straight wearing a blue scarf, she put on a long sleeve brown top and relied on her walking stick. She grinned, exposing her gums, finally the chosen one. “Welcome, son,” the old lady took him by the wrist. “Follow me, darling.”

'You wait here, I'll bring warm tea and water for you', the old lady went further inside the cottage with her slow shaky limbs, her back arched at 90 degress in her dotage due to senescence. 'Beti, my limbs may be weak but i still have strength left in me like my days when I used to be a young beautiful woman..', the old woman spoke fetching two glasses of water, her hands trembling yet heart had so much vigour to serve. 'Let's eat something before the sunset. I ran out of oil today so I can't lit the earthen lamp..'

What if it still had parts of mom in it and she ends up in some landfill in bumfuck North Carolina? "I don't think she'll mind," dad said, reading my mind and gently placing the bag in the park trash can. "She doesn't," the ancient voice came from behind us. Dad and I turned slowly towards a woman who looked to be in her 80's or 90's. "Actually, I'm 103," she said, reading my mind. Now she had my attention. "Child, you look just like her," she continued. "Your mama needed an adjustment too so she could cross paths with him." The old woman nodded towards my dad, who, like I, must have looked visibly shaken because a younger man, perhaps a companion, stepped in.

Seeing that she hurridely help's the women to wake up and apoloise saying" I am really very sorry. I didn't saw you" The old women replies while smiling" It's okay I didnt get hurt. I am fine. We old people get weak day by day and don't have energy like you young girls have". Victoria apologetically looks at the kind old women. She can say that although she is old she is really very beautiful . She bends down to pick up the flower and puts in the basket.