Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
Grandma is buying the girls a pair of Easter dresses–the fluffier the better. Her two granddaughters stand close and grin. They love the dresses; Grandma adores the dresses. One is pink with a ruffled petticoat for skirt volume. The other dress is white with flowers and more like a bedazzled tutu. The taller of the two girls can’t stop brushing her fingers against the smooth fabric while the clerk scans the tag.
Grandma delights in making the purchase, but she does slump a bit on the counter as she wrestles from her purse a shiny-covered checkbook. As she fills it out, the girls watch Grandma writing a check, like the Declaration of Independence, like she’s paying in a currency as old as Grandma herself. She hands it over and there is a register of surprise from the girls when the clerk accepts this paper in exchange for their fantastic Sunday gowns. Grandma beams as the girls say in spontaneous unison, “Thank you, thank you!” And the little one hugs her legs while the older collects the pink dress that is covered with plastic for transport into the rain. She squeezes Grandma’s hand with her free hand, holding the dress aloft, gazing at the ruffles as they depart.