FROM ABOVE

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This is my contribution to Sunday Photo Fiction on December 28, 2014. Every Sunday a new picture prompt is given. The weekly challenge is to write an original story with no more than 200 words. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week.

The link for all other stories is as follows:

http://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2014/12/28/sunday-photo-fiction-december-28th-2014/

Genre:  Realistic Fiction

Word Count:  194 Words

FROM ABOVE By P.S. Joshi

Mrs. Billit had just celebrated her 93rd birthday. She was a small, frail woman, and her life soon after started to slip away. She was doing her best to hang on until July 4th.

“Millie,” she said to her caregiver on the big night, “I don’t want to miss the fireworks.”  She pointed a long, slender finger, “Please move my wheelchair in front of the picture window in the living room before they start.”

After she’d had her dinner, Millie moved her and they waited. Just after dark, when the fireworks began at the city park, the elderly woman murmured, “Oh, how wonderful. I used to watch these with my husband. When the children came, we all watched them together. We drove to the park in those days. We had to start early to find a good spot in both the parking lot and on the lawn. I’m so glad I can now see them from the house.

Just before the end of the spectacle, Millie saw the little body slump forward. As she later told the son, a tear running down her cheek, “Your mother enjoyed the last of the fireworks from above.”

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