He squinted at the braided girl in brown hair with his half-blind eyes. The first time he saw her, she was dancing to the same tune. Has it been 60 years? They were married the next year and she had passed away a year after their marriage. She was back now, wearing the same dress. “Melanie’, he whispered weakly. Melanie, for the first time in her traditional attire, danced exuberantly. She looked at him and sensed that something was wrong. She hurried over to him. ‘Grandpa’, she shook him. His limp body fell to the ground with a thud.
This is in response to this week’s Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge.
Interesting take. Made me think about those pageants. Are they to teach the children or are they more for the old folks? Both I suppose.
I imagined an elderly man watching his teenage granddaughter and thinking of his past life. Thank you for reading.
It’s a disappointing way to come to an end. But a very engaging tale.
Thanks a lot for reading and commenting
Your story shows how life and traditions circles back to us.
True, it does. Thank you so much
He’s finally reunited with his Melanie, it seems. Touching story.
Yes. He was. Thank you for the comment.
I did not expect that ending, yet I suppose that man is finally with his Love. I really enjoyed this! Thank you!
Thank you, Amy:) I am so happy that you stopped here and commented on this story.
A short meaningful story yet full of details my mind can picture. love it!
Thank you, Zahret. so glad you liked this piece.
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