The Last Scooby 

Dawn smiled as the rays of the sun gently caressed her wrinkled skin.

In the distance she could hear the sound of her grandchildren laughing as they played in her garden. Beyond that she could make out her son and daughters and their spouses chatting in the kitchen whilst doing the washing up. She would go to join them in a moment. But she felt so tired today. She decided to sit on the veranda chair a little longer, watching the sunset. It was her favourite spot, a ritual she practised every night.

She lent back into the chair, sinking into the cushions. But she found she couldn’t stop sinking, just kept going down and down, the world darkening around her as she kept falling and falling, panic rising in her chest as she plummeted. She suddenly felt very afraid, small and alone.

The Last Scooby

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