More than a year had passed since the stroke, and granny’s health continued declining steadily. The trend in the nurses’ reports was crystal clear to the whole family.
“Don’t worry, my dears,” granny teased weakly. “I’ll always be with you, zipping around with my angel wings!”
This piece of flash fiction was written in response to:
- The Sunday Muse #219;
- Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: ‘trend’;
- Ragtag Daily Prompt Saturday: ‘wings’;
- Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #268