
Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #99

Grandad’s aged worn hands
Counting his shrapnel
Saving for his granddaughter’s birthday
Remembering the days when his time
Would have been spent
Looking in shop windows for her gift
These days he is trapped
Telling himself he will see her soon
As they both gaze through their windows
Looking at the same moon…
© anita dawes 2021
Oh, this tugs at your heart! So sad!
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Bless you!
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