(100-word flash fiction)
Grandma turned blind the day Grandpa died. It was a big mystery considering her vision used to be quite good.
She had been alone with him that day.
When we got there, Grandpa was gone and she was sitting beside him, her face bathed in beatific light, her vision completely gone. As though she had been given sight just to watch him live.
On her death-bed, she told us the secret.
“As Grandpa lay dying, he began to burst with the light of a thousand suns. He turned into an angel. From then on, that’s all I needed to see.”
Had a shot at magic realism. Marquez happens to be one of my favourite authors. Thanks Rochelle for your wonderful captaincy of the Friday Fictioneers ship ♥
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