Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
Though there are dozens of food carts outside for the Midnight Sun Festival, she sits with Grandma and Grandpa in an air conditioned restaurant with tall tables. She gazes at the World Cup game from time to time, or the bartender, or the waiter. Grandma is looking through photos in a digital camera, and Grandpa is on his smartphone. Their twenty-something granddaughter mumbles and Grandma advises her to, “Speak up, sweetie!”
“I’m bored,” the woman grows even younger as she says it, but her grandparents stick to their gadgets.
Grandpa will include her by showing off shots from an amusement park. He’s pointing to a picture of himself on a ride, “They pull you down like a rubber band and let you go! You go like a rocket, up in the air, shooting up, and everything goes like–” He gestures his best impression of the slingshot movement. The granddaughter nods without really paying attention. Grandpa tries again to explain the sensation of it, how wonderful it was to take the chance, to be sent into the air! And how thrilling it was, even at his age, “Especially at my age!” He’s delighted, but she nods in impatience.
Grandpa turns back to his camera. “Whatever,” he mutters it toward her indifference. “Whatever,” he sighs the word, reliving the thrilling moment by smiling over the picture, wise beyond his years.