The closed book lay on her lap. How many times had she read that story to him? It was his favourite. As a lad, he would giggle when she acted out the parts. A little older, he would remind her of words she missed trying to hurry through the pages.
He reached for the book, stopping short when she spoke.
“Should I start now?”
“Please, Nana!”
The frail hand opened the cover. Blindness did not stop her. She’d memorized each page.
A lone tear glistened on the grown man’s cheek. His son was mesmerized. Lulled by her soft voice.
He reached for the book, stopping short when she spoke.
“Should I start now?”
“Please, Nana!”
The frail hand opened the cover. Blindness did not stop her. She’d memorized each page.
A lone tear glistened on the grown man’s cheek. His son was mesmerized. Lulled by her soft voice.
Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Prompt - April 13, 2016 - write about offering to help someone
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