A gentle breeze blew her grandmother’s curtains. Sophie sat on the edge of her bed, holding her wrinkled hand for her final moments. Her grandmother’s milky eyes focused over Sophie’s shoulder.
“Philipe, is that you?” her grandmother croaked.
“Grammy, it’s me, Sophie.” Who’s Philipe?
Sophie turned around to follow her grandmother’s gaze. She gasped, for in the middle of the dresser by the open window sat a rose in a crystal vase that had not been there before. She turned back to her grandmother, whose eyes were clear and open wide. Her grandmother was gone. A smile across her face.
This is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly 100-word challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. The photo to inspire our creativity this week was provided by Dale Rogerson.
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