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 almost 10 years ago
Excellent drabble, Chris.
Chris Walker almost 10 years ago
Thanks for the comments - appreciated :-)
Brandon Sutton almost 10 years ago
I found this drabble very touching. Really good, Chris!
Frenchie almost 10 years ago
Brilliant. Lovely and touching and of course, I needed my tissues :)
Mildred Achoch almost 10 years ago
Great title and great ending!
Bryan Thomas almost 10 years ago
Very good, Chris!
Horrorshow over 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 over 9 years ago
a beautiful and moving piece. :)