i've just learned from Jason's site that the blog i saw lighting fall has a shared storytelling event this Christmas. i think i'm already late with this story... the aim was to put it up by Christmas night. the two other conditions were the following:
1-there should be exactly one hundred words.
2-the story should definitely hit a certain factor of creepyness, but the writer is free to write anything.
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Mom warned me on the
corridor. Reaching over 90, Grandma has started to talk to her late husband.
Leaves clashed
against the windowpanes while Mom walked towards the nurse.
The door was slightly
open and I entered the room.
Grandma smiled with
effort.
- You finally came to
me.
She was unable to sit
up, let alone walk. She has been in the same bed for three years.
I kneeled on the soft
carpet.
- Grandpa’s waiting.
- You saw him too –
her eyes gleaming in anticipation.
I nodded, turned my
head away, but she was already watching something else.
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An intriguing proposition, being pulled across the dimensions of life and death. I sense she's struggling at letting go, but struggling at staying as well.
thank you Aidan, for your reading. i wrote this to get some more understanding on this poignant situation. i hope writing helps and if readers like my writing, that is just a bonus, an extra.
Thanks for linking to mine.
I love yours. Very touching. I always find me thinking of those not with us anymore on holidays. It seems like things won't quite ever be the same without them.
Paul
i like you find mine touching. when i heard about the contest i had two ideas popping up at the back of my head: one was about my Grandmother, who is still with us - and not that very much with us at the same time. when i read yours i hesitated a bit, then went with my idea anyway. i'm glad i did, because it is a different story in some levels anyway, the only connection is 'Grandma'.
those who are 'over there' must sometimes certainly be watching and caring for us. this is a comforting thought i like to harbour.
thanks for reading, Paul.
This one's interesting. There's a sense that there that grandma might be losing hold of reality, but also the idea that something -- or, rather, someone -- might be hovering nearby. Nicely done. Thanks so much for joining us!
thanks Loren, that was exactly what i wanted to say.
when Grandma begins to see/hear things or starts to communicate with someone others are not able to recognize as vividly, there are many explanations possible. it's Grandma either loosing or gaining(!) something.
:)))
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