THIS IS A 100 WORDS CONTEST ENTRY
Safe Keeping
Published by Doodie | Tuesday, July 27, 2010 4:19 PM
Sunrise musings in cool Mt. View.
We’ll be late. Do you want me to go and pick her up? Mom doesn’t look up from the dishes soaking in the sink; she just nods.
So I go and get Grandma. I strap her in tightly in the seat beside me. I try to fill the empty space between us with idle chitchat. Her silence pains me. I tell her how beautiful the service tomorrow will be, of the many people, family and friends who have helped with its planning.
Mom weeps when I walk in with Grandma, and places fresh blossoms on her plastic urn.