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Submitted to Contest #55
“Can you keep a secret, petal?” he asks with ragged breath. “Of course. What is it, Grandad?” I tighten the grip on his hand. It’s frail. So frail I’m scared I might break him. With gargantuan effort, he turns his head towards the window, and as he lets out a shaky breath, his eyelids rest carefully over his exhausted eyes. His hand twitches into mine, but he doesn’t say anything. Is he asleep? Is he still with me? Thing is, I know. Deep inside, I feel it. This is the last time I’m going to see him, and I’m not ready. I know he’s t...
Submitted to Contest #52
It’s Thursday. At least I think it’s Thursday. Edna’s bingo night in the main hall isn’t until tomorrow. It must be Thursday. We’re out late. It’s nearly 5pm, and Roxana is still sitting next to me on this musty odd bench, crocheting away. Lord knows where all these scarves and ear warmers go. She’s showing no sign of getting up and walking me back to my room. I’d like to go back to my room now, but the words won’t come. This isn’t our usual bench. We always sit on the third bench. You enter the park from the main gate, walk about fifty...
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