THIS IS A 100 WORDS CONTEST ENTRY
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.