By Krystyna Fedosejevs
I stroked her hair. Felt the warmth of her eyes.
“Grandma, where were you?” I managed tearfully.
Silence.
In the days she wandered, my mind went to the past. Summer visits. Cherries. Grandma let me enjoy handfuls. I cuddled her dog and cats.
In her absence, my wallet was stolen; ripped out of my jacket while I shopped. The store clerk couldn’t catch him.
I had no hope of seeing it again. Not until this morning. A police officer returned it saying someone had discovered it in a garbage receptacle.
Money taken. Credit cards too. Photo of my late Grandma untouched.
This is very touching. I can feel the heart jump with relief!
Only the MOST important thing remained! Love the flashback, so vivid!
Thank you Sue and Pattyann for reading and enjoying.
I endorse Pattyan’s comments. It reads like a movie. Would make a great short film.
Very nice.
Thank you Barry and Tony for your comments.
That’s a different idea, “short film”. Barry, do you know anyone who’d be interested?
For now, I am content to leave as it, a piece of flash fiction.
My wallet has been stolen twice but the photos weren’t stolen, so I can sure relate to this! Wonderful!
Thanks, Naomi, for sharing your experience. At the end, it’s those photos that are most precious.