(100-word flash fiction)
The feel of soft child-cheek pressed against her crinkly one.
The laughter, petty fights, uncoordinated singing, at family gatherings.
Her daughter’s daily phone calls to complain about her husband.
The unhappiness in her grand-daughter’s eyes and the lurking fear when her step-father was around.
The secret that young Noah hid from his parents which was slowly tearing him apart.
Her entire family on a cruise on which a bug came visiting, killing them all.
If only she had gone with them.
Her memories now slip-sliding from her grasp. Soon, they too will be gone.
I had wanted so badly to write a happy, playful, joyful story in line with Christmas but the muse didn’t oblige. I think my muse is Covid-obsessed ☹ A year ago this would have read like a horror story but now it reads like a true story. We live in such strange times.
Happy Holidays, dear fellow FFs. Eat, drink and be merry (with appropriate social distancing) 🙂 Thanks once again to the delightful Rochelle, for keeping FF going so expertly. ♥
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