FLASH FICTION FRIDAY 55
Grandmother had died a year earlier after 70 years of marriage when grandfather came to visit.
I stood in my prom gown at the top of the stairs.
From below Grandfather gazed and began to weep.
"Why are you crying?", I asked.
He choked out, "You look exactly like your grandmother the day we married."
Flash Fiction Friday 55
is a story written in exactly 55 words.
Let the G-Man know if you write one
and read the ones of your fellow readers.
During Lent, please continue to pray for Karen's daughter. Here is the link to her prayer blog. Thank you. PG