Sophie caressed her Grandmother Becky’s wrinkled skin as she
was being lowered into the coffin. A lifetime of goodness, love, warmth and
care seemed to be wrapped into the black case that cold morning.
Sophie knew she’d miss her grandma’s practical advice and infectious
smile that belied her tumultuous and difficult personal life.
“Who’d look after the beautiful garden?” lamented Sophie as
the yellow bougainvilleas in the backyard, bejeweled with icicles, caught her
eye.
Becky loved bougainvilleas and nurtured their attributes-of
being in ever- bloom-within her. Like them, no amount of blustery wind or
cold snow could dampen her spirit.
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| PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright Janet Webb |
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Word count:100
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100 word story written in response to the photo prompt at Friday Fictioneers at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can post one of your own or read the other entries here.
Ah! The flowers portray a lovely personality of how Becky would have been.
ReplyDeleteDo they? I'm glad it worked. Thanks, Keirthana :-)
DeleteAlways love your fictions, Uma. So wonderfully told.
ReplyDeleteHey Vinitha, that's so heartening to hear. I've my own doubts about my style and quality of fiction but your words give me hope. Thanks a lot :-)
DeleteI sometimes when alone do think this what will i leave behind when i go ..
ReplyDeleteLovely little story though ..
how are you .. Wishing you and everyone around you a very merry christmas and a happy new year
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Hey Bikram, a very happy new year to you and your family too! Thanks a lot :-))
DeleteThis is lovely :) Will have to keep in touch
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Thank you, Ally!
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