Hint Fiction Friday


Etsy for 03.22 and 03.23 001

On Me Old Wrist!
On Me Old Wrist!

Here’s a little piece of jewelry being offered in my Etsy shop. Crocheted and beaded, with a magnetic clasp, the bracelet measures approximately 7.5″ long x .75″ wide.  If you have a wedding in your future and would like one in white or would like one sized differently, please request a custom item on the left side of the shop page! Now on to Hint Fiction Friday.

Actually, today is more Flash Fiction Friday. Hope you like it.

Gracie was always careful to make his sandwich just so, with butter and bologna and white bread. He would mumble and growl otherwise.

She kept the butter on the counter to keep it soft. She bought plain old sandwich bread at the grocer. It wasn’t her preference and so she kept another loaf of wheat bread in the refrigerator.

This day was a special day.

Gracie took out the white bread, carefully spreading butter on both slices.

‘Are you ready for lunch, Joe’, she asked politely.

There was no response and Gracie expected none.

Gracie removed two slices of bologna from the package and returned it to the refrigerator.

‘I have the chips you like so much my dear. Junior brought them for us on his visit yesterday.’

She cut the sandwich in half diagonally and placed it on a plate, adding chips to the side and walked to the kitchen table. She set the plate on the table and removed two napkins from the holder. One was placed beside the plate and one was placed across the table from Joe.

Returning to the refrigerator, she retrieved a bottle of ginger ale. It was Joe’s favorite. She picked up a glass.

She slowly returned to the table, grunting a little with the effort to put one foot in front of the other.

She sat across from Joe and opened the ginger ale.

‘Here we are Joe and you’re still drinking ginger ale.’

She took the top off the bottle and slowly poured the ginger ale.

‘And I still love you’.

She picked up half the sandwich, reached for his hand, and placed the sandwich in it.

‘Share this with me Joe.’

He didn’t respond. She didn’t expect it.

Tears slid down her cheeks, pooling in the well-worn crevices and folds that spoke of life lived, children raised, hard times fought.

This was a special day.

‘I’m going to miss you, mostly at night. You’ve been keepin’ my backside warm for a long time. I’ll see you as much as I can, Joe. I’ll think about you every minute.

Joe, I’ve kept our memories. I think it’s time I passed them on to the kids.’

She smiled softly through her tears, her words barely a whisper.

‘I’ll be joining you soon, I imagine.’

She took a bite of the bologna and butter sandwich, winced.

‘How in the world do you eat this? I’ve been asking for sixty-one years and you’ve yet to say. ’

He did not respond. She didn’t expect it.

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