What a lovely piece of flash fiction by my author friend Pamela Wight.
THEN
The longer Gertie watches her mother, the more confused she is. Gertie is 6 and never knew that her mom has tears.
“Why are you crying? Gertie asks.
“Your grandmother died today,” her mom answers.
Gertie closes her eyes. Nanny is right there beside them. When she opens her eyes again, a soft yellow light grows and surrounds her mom.
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Roy, a delight to see this reblog of Pam’s story! She’s a superb writer and excels in the flash fiction genre. This is one I haven’t read yet … thank you for the reminder. Popping over to her blog.
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Yes but I do wish Pam would write another novel 🙂
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Pam is one of my favorites!
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Pam is very good, and a far more disciplined blogger than I could ever be.
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Wonderful story. The gifts we have, if we are empowered to use them.
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Yes indeed EQ. I’m sure many people have more to offer than they realise, even if they don’t amount to super powers.
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