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
46 thoughts on “Declining steadily”
Gotta love the spirit of Granny
💕 Susie 💕 ~ thanks!
Granny’s got a great attitude! Nicely done, David 🙂
🧡 Dale 🧡
I cannot stop smiling … my mother still flits about ~~ a yellow butterfly, she visits me daily as weather and sunshine permit.
💕 Helen 💕
Knowing the anticipation of her on angel wings still about the house is such a reassurance of wanting to retain the connection with loved ones! Great flash fiction David!
💘 Hank 💘
I’m so sorry! It’s hard to witness loved ones take a bad turn.
❤ Thanks, LaShelle ❤ ~ this particular bit of flash fiction is just that: fiction… but it was written in memory of a poet-friend who passed away very recently.
Ohhh I’m so sorry about your friend !
David, she will always be with us, through her poetry’s wings.
🥰 Lisa 🥰
I have no doubt she will be.
💚 Shay 💚
Love very short fiction, thinking of writing some myself, and this is a beautiful gem! Nice going!
💛 thanks, Phil 💛
Grannies should always be zipping!
😁 qbit 😁 ~ indeed!