The Change of Life (MicroHorror, February 2011)

“Can I go in to see Grandma?”

“No, Billie, she’s changing at the moment.”

“Will it take long?”

“Give it an hour or so, hon.”

That hour seemed interminable to Billie, but eventually Mom checked the clock and jerked her head towards the sitting room.


The wrinkled creature in the chair smiled, opening her arms, and Billie leapt onto her lap.

“You look real funny, Grandma,” said Billie, wide-eyed.

“So do you, dear,” said Grandma, brushing Billie’s fur out of his eyes and kissing his paws. “But when you get as old as me, you’ll look like this too.”

About Sandra

I used to cruise the French waterways with my husband four or five months a year, and wrote fiction and poetry. Now I live on the beautiful Dorset coast, enjoying the luxury of being able to have a cat, cultivating an extensive garden and getting involved in the community. I still write fiction, but only when the spirit moves me - which isn't as often as before. I love animals, F1 motor racing, French bread and my husband, though not necessarily in that order.
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