She rinsed the last dish and set it in the drainer. Days had again grown short, this season and over the years. The leaves, crisp from a day’s rain and evening’s temps, were barely visible out the window. Her silhouette softened in its reflection; the living room light glowed orange behind her.
They snuggled, one inside the other’s arms, enraptured by Melmed and LaMarche’s “The Rainbabies.” It had been a favorite of theirs and she remembered how they’d read to each other, before children, then after, and now again with this grandchild.
A wave of love washed over her.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2019)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (11/21/2019): In 99 words (no more, no less), write a romance. Focus on the relationship between two people. Build tension and end on a happy(ish) note. Go where the prompt leads!
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Fall is a fine season. Love this portrayal of a seasoned relationship.
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As someone who has a grandchild, I think you nailed this one!!
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❤ ❤
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This was beautiful. Loved the description of the leaves
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Thank you!
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Beautiful…..but then where are the cats? (Sorry, sometimes I can’t help myself)
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Ha!
They’re on the back of the couch, happy to listen to the story, because grampa happily kept the litter box scooped!
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Such a pleasant moment where the past catches up to the future. I especially love the imagery and how her softened sihlouette is how we become, less sharp and more illuminated.
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❤
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