By Charles Gray
Rain pelted the window, diverting Alice’s attention from her sister’s closet. She watched two boys run and seek shelter under a tree. The older boy protecting the younger reminded her of the close relationship she had with her sister. The clothes can wait. She searched for the last birthday gift she had given her.
Standing at the front door, she waved the umbrella. “Hey, boys!”
Older turned and ran toward her.
She tossed it.
He fiddled with the handle. When it popped open, Younger’s face gleamed.
They grasped each other’s hand and trotted off.
Older looked back.
Alice waved. “Keep it!”
Nice one Charles! Good story.
Lovely story
I love the idea that grief can turn into something beautiful. You captured that possibility so well here.
Such a tender reminder on the reflection of grief. Nice job.
Sweet. Reflective story.
Poignant story with emotional resonance.
Love the reframing of grief