The Visitor
It was the beginning. Of giving up. Grandma Ivy’s fall shattered nothing. Except her self-belief. In living. News of great-grandchildren greeted with half-smiles. Favourite programmes muted. Creamy eclairs went green in the fridge. Winter broke. Curtains stayed closed. Until the scratching at the door. Grandma Ivy lasted a week. Trying to ignore it. But one sunny morning she opened that door. A cat purred. Walked in. With the defiance of a general.
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100 words + prompt
This story was inspired this morning by some Crazy Cat Ladies. Crazy level - High. Whereabouts - All Over The Place. Thank you!
This is lovely, Laura. Just lovely. Those kitties, they have a way of getting in.
ReplyDeleteThanks! (And for the CCL inspiration!)
DeleteThis is powerful on so many levels. I can picture Grandma, and love the sense of hope. I imagine for the elderly it might seem easy to choose death, but wouldn't it be wonderful for them to choose life.
ReplyDeleteWhatever makes them see it's still worth it. My Grandma is 93 and still lives by herself. Although she complains that everyone has died (obviously Grandma, you've outlived them!) she has no intention of giving up either. Must be something in her Viennese constitution!
DeleteThanks for stopping by and your kind comments, Lisa.
What a lovely story. And it's so true that we need each other -- even if it's just us and our pets. Having another living being that depends on us to make it's life better forces us to make ours better too.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sandra. I think you're right :-)
DeleteBy the way, I just tried to comment on your very cute story! Love your use of the prompt. But it wouldn't let me :-(
Lovely story, my mum used to say 'we are here for each other,' and never is that more true than in times of need. I'm sure she was referring to animals as well as humans!
ReplyDeleteYour mother is a wise woman!
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