His grandfather died first, followed a few years later by his grandmother. Inseparable in life, it was, at first, a mere curiosity that in his dreams they were never together. Indeed, for some time he did not dream of his grandfather at all.
But then he would wake, agitated, from the visions of her alone and move through the day with a restless anxiety. When he did finally see Grandad (strangely distant and obscured), he tried to tell him, frantically yelling and waving, that Gran needed him.
He only saw them once more after that night; they were holding hands.
Horrorshow about 9 years ago
Excellent drabble, Chris.
Chris Walker about 9 years ago
Thanks for the comments - appreciated :-)
Brandon Sutton about 9 years ago
I found this drabble very touching. Really good, Chris!
Frenchie about 9 years ago
Brilliant. Lovely and touching and of course, I needed my tissues :)
Mildred Achoch about 9 years ago
Great title and great ending!
Bryan Thomas about 9 years ago
Very good, Chris!
Horrorshow about 9 years ago
Nearly a month since you've posted a drabble, Chris. When are we going to get to read more of your fine work?
K.Z. Morano about 9 years ago
a beautiful and moving piece. :)