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Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100
Grandma Tollard met Jeannie at the front door, her long grey hair askew. She seized Jeannie’s arm with one bony hand. “Thank you for coming, dear.”
“I…we, that is…he…he had a heart attack and—”
“Did you call 911?”
“—he’s dead. I called Fr. Jenson.”
Grandma clutched her lace peignoir robe at the neck and led Jeannie to the bedroom. Biting her quivering lip, Jeannie pulled the sheet over her grandfather’s grinning countenance.
She wrapped a comforting arm around her weeping grandmother.
Grandma sniffed. “I’ll never forget his final words to me.”
“What were they?”
Many thanks to my BFF Jeannie O’Hare for her generosity in allowing me to share her strange but true family stories. Some things just can’t be made up…but they can be embellished.
To hear my interview on Impact USA radio last week CLICK HERE