“Someone’s in the kitchen with Dinah…” Natalie sang softly.
Her husband called from the other room, “What?”
“Strumming on the old banjo,” she finished before calling back. “It’s a song my grandmother used to sing.” Natalie smiled sadly as a pang of nostalgia shivered through her.
Adeline opened the door to a delivery boy of the Heavenly Postal Service.
“It’s a special delivery,” he said, smiling.
When Adeline opened the package, a song, slightly out of tune, wafted over her, “Someone’s in the kitchen with Dinah…”
Adeline slept well that night in the warm embrace of her granddaughter’s remembrance.
This story is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we’re to write a 100-word story. The photo this week was provided by Ted Strutz.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit here.
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