Grandmother gone?
«We’re not going to miss her!», he said. I sat in the kitchen. My hair hung loose, grandmother used to force my long hair into two tight braids. Grandfather was making a soup. Actually he did everything. She, always stuck in the chair in the living room. There she fell asleep for good, in the middle of a sneeze.
«I’ll be back soon.» Grandfather took grandmother’s glasses and left the kitchen. The smell of the soup filled the room.
«Finally, this is me,» said grandfather. I turned around. There he stood smiling, grandmother’s glasses on his nose, dressed in grandmother’s dress.
Submitted to Friday Fictioneers.
Wow, nice switch-er-oo at the end! Made for a very interesting story. 🙂
Strange, odd, intriguing!
Thank you for your comments, Lorna and mjLstories.
She certainly won’t be missed. Not if he has his way. (I don’t normally bother commenting when I have to fill in a form to do so – is this just a formality for the first visit?)
I guess we all have our methods of coping….
Thank you Sandra and sorry, I hope not.
And 🙂 at Justjoyfulness.
Sounds like grandfather took over the identity of grandmother. Very interesting!
Thank you pricelessjoy.
Dear H,
Just a little on the creepy side.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you for your comment Rochelle:).
Interesting way to keep her memory alive! Hope he doesn’t keep using that way though!
Thank you Leo for your comment.
Didn’t see that twist at the end coming!