From the moment of his birth, my grandson was old. And wise.
From his crib, he fixed me with an unwavering gaze as we locked fingers on the blue satin-edged blanket. I felt humbled… instantaneously stripped of layers of attitudes, beliefs and defences garnered over the years.
In her post-natal euphoria, my daughter didn’t see what was as clear as daylight to me.
You’d only to look into his contemplative, all-knowing eyes, to see he was here on unfinished business of some nature.
I just never, for one moment, imagined the business would take so short a time to complete.
A delightful surprise to have the Friday Fictioneers prompt arrive at my laptop a whole hour early this week. There’s a lot to be said for Daylight Saving. Thank you for hosting our weekly get-togethers, Rochelle. 🙂
This is full of your usual menace and disquiet. I always enjoy your stories
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Thank you, Neil.
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So heart-breaking that last line! What a beautiful story captured in just a few lines.
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Thanks Jessie, glad you liked it.
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Such beautiful weaving of a cute little tale.
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Thank you, Neel.
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Left me wanting to know much more! Well done.
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Thank you, Roger.
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I am worried, I fear for the daughter and her child. Grandmother it seems has an agenda.
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Depends how you read it I suppose. It wasn’t meant to be that way. 😉
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Dear Sandra,
You left me wondering what unfinished business he completed. Does this mean the child died young? Or someone else paid for wrongdoing? Well written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Your first assumption was correct, Rochelle. Thanks for reading. 🙂
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Very good. Like the best of this type of succinct fiction it hints at something huge over the horizon…
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Thank you Martin.
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What a heartbreak you offered this week. Beautifully done.
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Thanks for reading. 🙂
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That went right to my gut! It is exactly what we felt at Austin’s birth. And he was here for less than eight months… Beautifully told.
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So very sad, Dale. Thanks for reading.
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You do write so well…
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Wow, brilliant!
Although it is not at all funny, the end of your story made me laugh with delight, it is just so good.
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Thanks CE! Glad you liked it.
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It’s a great story.
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Thank you, Tamal.
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What a rich and deeply moving write this week, Sandra. You captured so very much in so few words. Still processing all the emotions this evoked, know the feelings all to well.
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Thanks for reading. 🙂
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Very well written and my heart almost stopped with the last line…how tragic!
xx Rowena
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Thanks for reading, Rowena.
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Filled with so much love, making that last sentence even more of a heart breaker.
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Thank you, Rommy.
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I read it as unfinished business for the good of humanity and was sorry for her mother. Great read as always.
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I think that’s pretty close to the way I intended it to be construed. It was a difficult concept to get across, the fact that the final touches to the cycle might be as much for other people’s enrichment as for your own. Thank you for commenting.
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Beautiful, deep and heart-breaking – quite an achievement in 100 words
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Thanks Siobhan, glad you liked it.
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Certainly sounds ominous. There to send Grandpa on his final trip to the pearly gates?
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Not really, but thanks for reading.
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Definitely an ominous atmosphere and tragedy in the air. Great writing.
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Thanks, Iain.
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Oh no, that’s such a heartbreaking ending. I love your ability to say so much in so few words.
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Thanks for reading, Jade. 🙂
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You’re welcome Sandra 🙂
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What a wonderful story Sandra. So much in so few words.
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Thanks for reading.
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Oh. Dang.
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Womderful and wonderfuly sad. You did so much in so few words. A little person with such a lot to accomplish before he left the people who loved him. So very good, Sandra
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Thanks Lynn. 🙂
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My pleasure Sandra 🙂
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He sounds like a very special child.
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Thanks for reading!
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This child is such a promising soul that when I got to then end, I wanted to cry. Devastating… and beautiful.
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Many thanks, Magaly. 🙂
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Excellent story. Tense and menacing.
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Thank you.:)
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Ooh so many questions! I’m worried for them all!
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Thanks for reading. 🙂
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You told the story and set the atmosphere beautifully, Sandra, leaving us to read in what we would.
janet
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Thanks for reading, Janet. Glad you liked it.
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Engaging topic
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I have always felt the duration of a life is unimportant and therefore I am bemused by modern man’s fixation for prolonging one’s life. 🙂 What a beautiful story Sandra. The last line just took it to another level.
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Thank you!
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I see from other comments what happened, but of course my first thought was “alien using birth to enter world undetected” 🙂
Great story either way!
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Thanks for reading.
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Just so sad, and there I was thinking you were writing a sweet story about a newborn …until the last line, at which point I realised that the story had been full of subtle foreshadowing from the start D: Jolly well done, as per usual.
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Thank you Sarah!
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Ye gods, how sad. Fortunately my own ‘old soul’ son reached adulthood and is now a father.
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Thanks for reading, Liz.
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Very moving Sandra. Just the concept of a short time span intensifies just about everything.
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Thanks Michael.
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Beautifully touching. I was captivated from the first line.
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Thanks for reading. 🙂
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sad story.
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Totally didn’t see that coming, Sandra. Lulled into soft satin sweetness. Then WHAM! You know just how to do it.
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Thanks for reading, Honie.
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Deeply moving, and such a sad ending.
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Thanks, Joy!
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There is something a little sinister about to happen in the future methinks! Deliciously dark.
Click to read my 100 words!
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Thanks for visiting, Keith.
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That little bugger. He can’t fool Grandma. Who knows what he could’ve accomplished if given more time.
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Indeed. 🙂
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I somehow think the unfinished business was of a sinister nature! Great story.
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Probably more sad, than sinister. Thanks for reading Clare.
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Beautiful.
Guess what I thought when I read it through? I thought if that is what Mary’s mother felt when she saw baby Jesus in a cradle!
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A very appropriate take on the story. Thanks for reading.
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Intriguing Sandra. Insightful as well as with age comes the wisdom of trusting children’s unbiased innocent insight.
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Thanks for reading.
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This has me tingling, wondering what intrigue could follow.
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Thanks Sarah Ann.
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Not sure if he’s evil or a miracle worker. That close is deliciously ambiguous.
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Thanks Patrick.
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My heartstrings were pulled more and more as I read your story. Tear filled eyes was where I was when it ended. Sad … Sad … Sad … but beautifully written, Sandra. Touching ..!!!
Isadora 😎
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Thanks for reading, Isadora.
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Oh my gosh… so sad Sandra. What a heart wrenching story
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Heartbreakingly sweet, and begging to be made into a longer story.
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Thanks Dora.
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there’s much left unsaid. the last line makes me uncomfortable.
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Beautiful Sandra. Sad I think. My mind went to the loss of the child.
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Glad you enjoyed it, Joseph.
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Such a sad and moving end. Beautifully written as always.
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Thank you!
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This one confused me a little, Sandra, though I think I’m on the right track. Does the child’s mother, in “post-natal euphoria” kill her child? Or does the child die naturally, with a karmic journey that was fulfilled? Either way, this one shook me and has left me tearful. You’re an amazing writer, so that’s a compliment… but, the first lines resonated so deeply with me, and how I feel about my own grandson, that the final lines really shook me. Very powerful story telling!
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Sorry to have confused you, Dawn. It’s the second option – mission fulfilled. Who are we to understand anyway? 🙂
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Oh my…you’ve broken my heart.
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I hope not, Dawn. 🙂 Thanks for reading.
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Last line’s the killer. Breaks my heart. Perfect.
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Wow, very well done!
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Sad and uplifting at the same time.
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